They Hear A Voice In Every Wind,

From Helicon's Harmonious Springs A Thousand Rills Their Mazy Progress Take.

Hell Is Full Of Good Intentions.

Chill Penury Repress'd Their Noble Rage, And Froze The Genial Current Of The Soul.

Now As The Paradisiacal Pleasures Of The Mahometans Consist In Playing Upon The Flute And Lying With Houris, Be Mine To Read Eternal New Romances Of Marivaux And Crebillon.

Fair Laughs The Morn, And Soft The Zephyr Blows, While Proudly Rising O'er The Azure Realm In Gallant Trim The Gilded Vessel Goes, Youth On The Prow, And Pleasure At The Helm.