Alas! how different then my vessel lay;
What crowds of flatterers hastened to obey!
What numbers flew to hail the rising sun,
How few now bend to that whose course is run!
By fate deprived of fortune's fleeting train,
Now, "all the oblig'd desert and all the vain."
But conscious worth, that censure can control,
Shall 'gainst the charges arm my steady soul—
Shall teach the guiltless mind alike to bear
The smiles of pleasure or the frowns of care.