Fortune forbids.—Nor circumscribes alone
Their pleasures, but their sorrows too confines;
Forbids in private sadly to bemoan
The gout and all the ills debauch combines;
The treach’rous perfidy of friends to prove,
To lose at play a fortune, madly driven;
Or, for some loose-rob’d wanton strumpet’s love,
Risk life, and all their future hopes of heav’n.
Far from the hamlet, where their fathers grew,
The sons have never wish’d nor sought to stray;