Thou transitory flower, alike undone
By proud contempt, or favour’s fostering sun,
Still may thy blooms the changeful clime endure!
I only would repress them to secure: 370
For just experience tells in every soil,
That those who think must govern those who toil;
And all that Freedom’s highest aims can reach,
Is but to lay proportion’d loads on each.
Hence, should one order disproportioned grow, 375
Its double weight must ruin all below.