The prudent wretch for future ages cares,
And hoards up sins for his impatient heirs!
Full little does he think the time will come
When he is gone to his long home,
The prodigal youth for whom he took such pains
30Shall be thy slave, and wear thy loathèd chains.
IV.
Fair handmaid to Devotion, by whose aid
Our souls are all disrob'd, all naked laid,