She saw descending to the world below
An ancient form, with solemn pace and slow.
"Daughter, no more be sad" (the phantom cried),
"Success is seldom to the wise denied;
" In idle wishes fools supinely stay,
"Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way:
" Why art thou grieved? Be rather glad, that he,
"Who hates the happy, aims his darts at thee;
" But aims in vain; thy favour'd daughter lies,
"Serenely blest, and shall to joy arise.
" For, grant that curses on her name shall wait,
"(So Envy wills, and such the voice of Fate,)
" Yet if that name be prudently suppress'd,
"She shall be courted, favour'd, and caress'd.