To win by precept, by example warn,
To brand the front of Vice with pointed scorn,
And Virtue's smiling brows with votive wreaths adorn.
CUI BONO?
BY LORD B.[9]
I.
Sated with home, of wife, of children tired,
The restless soul is driven abroad to roam;[10]
Sated abroad, all seen, yet nought admired,