But here, entomb’d within this living grave,
Too many sink beneath their wretched fate,
No more have Friends the pleasing pow’r to save,
And long-delay’d assistance comes too late.
While some, alas! neglected by each friend,
The world despising, by the world forgot,
With jovial riot their dull hours defend,
And drown with sparkling wine their hapless lot.
The sumptuous feast, and ev’ry sensual joy,
With noisy mirth each gloomy night infest;