But now those past delights I drop;
My head alas! is all my top,
And careful thoughts the string!
My marbles—once my bag was stor'd,—
Now I must play with Elgin's lord,—
With Theseus for a taw!
My playful horse has slipt his string.
Forgotten all his capering,
And harness'd to the law!
My kite—how fast and fair it flew.