Oh! listen not to that enchantress Ease
With seeming smile, her palatable cup
By standing grows insipid; and beware
The bottom, for there's poison in the lees.
What health impair'd, and crowds inactive maim'd?
What daily martyrs to her sluggish cause!
Less strict devoir the Russ and Persian claim
Despotic; and as subjects long inur'd
To servile burden, grow supine and tame,
So fares it with our sov'reign and her train.