Cloy’d with pleasure, nurs’d with pain;
Ev’ry moment LIFE’s decaying,
Bliss expires, while TIME’s delaying;
Age steals on with wintry face,
Ev’ry rapt’rous HOPE to chase;
Like a wither’d sapless tree
Bow’d to chilling FATE’s decree;
Stripp’d of all its foliage gay,
Drooping at the close of day.
What of tedious LIFE remains?