Come, false Philosophy! as proud as vain,
Talk well of virtue,  it o'er again;
Deep in the heart true Fortitude's conceal'd,
And needs no eloquence to be reveal'd.
Yet speak! O tell me! whence this clam of mind?
The will obedient, and the wish resign'd;
The steady temper, and the look serene,
And all a  woe in silence seen?
That I may learn, when by misfortune prest,
To yeild with meekness, or with strength resist.