Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

Perplexed And Troubled At His Bad Success The Tempter Stood, Nor Had What To Reply, Discovered In His Fraud, Thrown From His Hope.

This Is Servitude, To Serve The Unwise.

He 's Gone, And Who Knows How He May Report Thy Words By Adding Fuel To The Flame?

Demoniac Frenzy, Moping Melancholy.

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.