THE FARRAGO.
Nº. IX.
If we see right, we see our woes,
Then, what avails it to have eyes?
From IGNORANCE our comfort flows;
The only wretched are the wise.
Wearied we should lie down in death;
This CHEAT OF LIFE would take no more,
If fame were thought an empty breath,
Or DELIA but a purjured whore.