See  feated on his gilded Car,
Whose stubborn Passions wage continual War.
Who cannot call that ravag'd Heart his own,
Where Vice and Virtue struggle for the Throne.
See Rage appearing in that hostile Frown:
Now Fears distract him and now Pleasures drown,
Now turns to Heav'n with repentant Tears:
But the next Hour at his Chaplain sneers:
This day a Beast, the next a reas'ning Man:
Behold him right, then envy, if you can,
Pale  too — Who pants beneath the weight
Of irksom Jewels and afflicting State;
Whose Glass and Pillow do her Time divide,
At once oppress'd with Sickness and with Pride.
The shapely Stays her aking Ribs confine,
And in her Ears the sparkling Pendents shine.
Yet not a Joy the tortur'd Wretch can feel,
Beyond  on his rolling Wheel.