TH AD DEUS OF WARSAW. VOL. II. Yet, blame not him, by long injustice taught And base ingratitude, the world to shun; Friendship and peace, till finding one by one, His friends all faithless, and himself undone, He can no more in confidence repose ; Joyless to him, sweet bloom and summer sun! His, oft a heart, tho' bleeding with its woes, That pants the friend to meet, and could forgive its foes ! COURTIER. |