"There are, I see, who listen to my Lay,
" Who wretched sigh for Virtue, but despair.
"All may be done, (methinks I hear them say)
" Even Death despis'd by generous Actions fair;
"All, but for Those who to these Bowers repair,
" Their every Power dissolv'd in Luxury,
"To quit of torpid Sluggishness the Lair,
" And from the powerful Arms of Sloth get free.
"'Tis rising from the Dead — Alas! — It cannot be!