These Riches Are Possess'd, But

Whether The Darken'd Room To Muse Invite, Or Whiten'd Wall Provoke The Skew'r To Write; In Durance, Exile, Bedlam, Or The Mint, Like Lee Or Budgel I Will Rhyme And Print.

But See, Orion Sheds Unwholesome Dews; Arise, The Pines A Noxious Shade Diffuse; Sharp Boreas Blows, And Nature Feels Decay, Time Conquers All, And We Must Time Obey.

How Happy Is The Blameless Vestal's Lot? The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

It Is Sure The Hardest Science To Forget!

Satire's My Weapon, But I'm Too Discreet To Run Amuck, And Tilt At All I Meet.