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Nor guides, nor rules his sovereign choice controul His body independent as his Soul Loos'd to the World's wide range, enjoin'd no aim Prescrib'd no duty, & assign'd no name; Nature's unbounded son he stands alone His heart unbiass'd' & his mind his own. Oh memory thou Soul of joy & pain Thou Actor of our passions o'er again Why dost thou aggravate the wretch's woe Why add continuous smart to every blow? Few are my joys. Alas how soon forgot In that kind quarter thou invad'st me not While sharp & numberless my sorrows fall Yet thou repeat'st, & multiply'st them all. Still the pale dead revives & lives to me To me, thro' pity's Eye condemm'd to see Young, & unthoughtful then, who knows me?
