Her winning voice the youth attentive caught:
He gaz'd impatient on the smiling maid;
Still gaz'd, and listen'd: then her name besought:
"My name, fair youth, is Happiness, she said.
"Well can my friends this envy'd truth maintain:
"They share my bliss; they best can speak my praise:
"Tho' slander call me Sloth — detraction vain!
"Heed not what Slander, vain detractor, says:
"Slander, still prompt true merit to defame;
"To blot the brightest worth, and blast the fairest name."