And thrice did tears his eye-lids fill,
And thrice he shook his silv’ry beard.
For in the vivid blooms he saw
What he in former times had been,
When passion was his only law,
And pride led on each various scene.
But prosperous days full soon withdrew,
Wealth vanish’d like a fairy dream,
And Friendship from his moanings flew,
And Love forgot his wonted theme.