May find, in pleasure’s fane, your grave and monument.

VI.

Your debts mount high—ye plunge in deeper waste

The tradesman duns—no warning voice ye hear!

The plaintiff sues—to public shows ye haste;

The bailiff threats—ye feel no idle fear.

Who can arrest your prodigal career?

Who can keep down the levity of youth?

What sound can startle age’s stubborn ear?

Who can redeem from wretchedness and ruth