Seen to sink low as rise aloft.
As he moves on, how he will vary
From sober thought to gay vagary;
Nay, seem the tempers to unite
Of Dons 'bout whom historians write;
The one whose name our laughter cheers,
And he who pass'd his time in tears.
What wonder then that we should see
In Free-born, that variety,
Which, in his disappointed mind,