So Providence on mortals waits,
Preserving what it first creates,
You generous boldness to defend
An innocent and absent friend;
That courage which can make you just,
To merit humbled in the dust;
The detestation you express
For vice in all its dress:
That patience under to torturing pain,
Where stubborn stoics would complain.
Preserving what it first creates,
You generous boldness to defend
An innocent and absent friend;
That courage which can make you just,
To merit humbled in the dust;
The detestation you express
For vice in all its dress:
That patience under to torturing pain,
Where stubborn stoics would complain.
Swift - Battle of the Books, and Others
