Well arm’d with helmet, sword and shield?
And shall the world with dread alarms,
Compel you now to ground your arms?
Beware of pleasure’s siren song,
Alas, it cannot soothe thee long.
It cannot quiet Jordan’s wave,
Nor cheer the dark and silent grave.
O what contentment did you find,
While love of pleasure ruled your mind?
No sweet reflection lulled your rest,