Some fell by laudanum, and some by steel

I see the right, and I approve it too, Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.

Hard was their lodging, homely was their food; For all their luxury was doing good.

Harsh words, though pertinent, uncouth appear: None please the fancy, who offend the ear.

To die is landing on some silent shore Where billows never break, nor tempests roar; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er.

A barren superfluity of words.

But see! the pains begin to fly; Tho’ Venus bled she could not die: See the new phœnix point her eyes, And lovelier from her ashes rise.