As myself. I have heard how they met by a stream
In games, and were suddenly changed by a scream
That made wretches of many, as she roll'd her wild eyes
Against heaven, and so vanish'd.—The gentle and wise
Lose their thoughts in deep studies, and others their ill
In the mirth of mankind where they mingle them still.
[THE TWO PEACOCKS OF BEDFONT.]
I.
Alas! That breathing Vanity should go
Where Pride is buried,—like its very ghost,