His former Losses He forgets to grieve;
Absolves his Fate, if with a kinder Ray
It now would shine, and only give Him leave
To Balance the Account of  Day.
So the fell Lion in the lonely Glade,
His Side still smarting with the Hunter's Spear,
Tho' deeply wounded, no way yet dismay'd,
Roars terrible, and meditates new War;
In sullen Fury traverses the Plain,
To find the vent'rous Foe, and Battel Him again.