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Lettered inside image: "12 | But rises in demand for her delay; | She makes a scourge of past prosperity | To sting thee more, and double thy distress. | LORENZO, fortune makes her court to thee; | Thy fond heart dances, while the syren sings: | Dear is thy welfare; think me not unkind, | I would not damp, but to secure thy joys: | Think not that fear is sacred to the storm; | Stand on thy guard against the smiles of fate. | Is heaven tremendous in its frowns? most sure-- | And in its favours formidable too: | *Its favours here are trials, not rewards; | A call to duty, not discharge from care; | And should alarm us, full as much as woes; | Awake us to their cause and consequence; | And make us tremble, weigh'd with our desert. | Awe nature's tumults, and chastise her joys, | Lest, while we clasp, we kill them; nay, invert | To worse than simple misery their charms: | Revolted joys, like foes in civil war, | Like bosom friendships to resentment sour'd, | With rage envenom'd rise against our peace. | Beware what earth calls happiness; beware | All joys, but joys that never can expire: | Who builds on less than an immortal base, | Fond as he seems, condemns his joys to death. | Mine died with thee, PHILANDER! thy last sigh | Dissolved the charm; the disenchanted earth | Lost all her lustre: where her glitt'ring towers? | Her golden mountains where?--all darken'd down"; lower left: "inv. | WB"