Quid juvat errores, mersâ jam puppe, fateri? Quid lacrymæ delicta juvant commissa secutæ? _Claudian. in Eutrop._ lib. ii. lin. 7 What avails it, when shipwrecked, that error appears? Are the crimes we commit wash'd away by our tears? When all the fiercer passions cease (The glory and disgrace of youth); When the deluded soul, in peace, Can listen to the voice of truth; When we are taught in whom to trust, And how to spare, to spend, to give, (Our prudence kind, our pity just)-- 'Tis then we rightly learn to live. Its weakness when the body feels, Nor danger in contempt defies; 10 To reason when desire appeals, When on experience hope relies; When every passing hour we prize, Nor rashly on our follies spend; But use it, as it quickly flies, With sober aim to serious end; When prudence bounds our utmost views, And bids us wrath and wrong forgive; When we can calmly gain or lose-- 'Tis then we rightly learn to live. 20 Yet thus, when we our way discern, And can upon our care depend, To travel safely when we learn, Behold! we're near our journey's end. We've trod the maze of error round, Long wand'ring in the winding glade; And now the torch of truth is found, It only shows us where we stray'd: Light for ourselves, what is it worth, When we no more our way can choose? 30 For others when we hold it forth, They, in their pride, the boon refuse. By long experience taught, we now Can rightly judge of friends and foes, Can all the worth of these allow, And all their faults discern in those; Relentless hatred, erring love, We can for sacred truth forego; We can the warmest friend reprove, And bear to praise the fiercest foe: 40 To what effect? Our friends are gone, Beyond reproof, regard, or care; And of our foes remains there one, The mild relenting thoughts to share?