For, all that’s gain’d of all that’s Good, When Time shall his weak Frame destroy, (Their Use then rightly understood,) Shall Man, in happier State, enjoy. Oh! Argument for Truth divine, For Study’s Cares, for Virtue’s Strife; To know th’ Enjoyment will be thine, In that renew’d, that endless Life! [Illustration: text decoration] SIR EUSTACE GREY: A Poem. SIR EUSTACE GREY. _Scene._--A MADHOUSE. Persons. VISITOR, PHYSICIAN, AND PATIENT. Veris miscens falsa.-- SENECA in Herc. furente. VISITOR. I’ll know no more;--the Heart is torn By Views of Woe, we cannot heal; Long shall I see these Things forlorn, And oft again their Griefs shall feel, As each upon the Mind shall steal; That wan Projector’s mystic Style, That lumpish Idiot leering by, That peevish Idler’s ceaseless Wile, And that poor Maiden’s half-form’d Smile, While struggling for the full-drawn Sigh!--- I’ll know no more. PHYSICIAN. --- Yes, turn again; Then speed to happier Scenes thy Way, When thou hast view’d, what yet remain, The Ruins of Sir _Eustace Grey_, The Sport of Madness, Misery’s Prey: But he will no Historian need, His Cares, his Crimes will he display, And shew (as one from Frenzy freed) The proud-lost Mind, the rash-done Deed. That Cell, to him is _Greyling Hall_:-- Approach; he’ll bid thee welcome there; Will sometimes for his Servant call, And sometimes point the vacant Chair: He can, with free and easy air, Appear attentive and polite; Can veil his Woes in Manners fair, And Pity with Respect excite. PATIENT. Who comes?--Approach!--‘Tis kindly done:-- My learn’d Physician, and a Friend, Their Pleasures quit, to visit One, Who cannot to their Ease attend, Nor Joys bestow, nor Comforts lend, As when I liv’d so blest, so well, And dream’d not, I must soon contend With those malignant Powers of Hell. PHYSICIAN. “Less warmth, Sir Eustace, or we go.”-- PATIENT. See! I am calm as Infant-Love, A very Child, but one of Woe, Whom you should pity, not reprove:-- But Men at ease, who never strove With Passions wild, will calmly show, How soon we may their Ills remove, And Masters of their Madness grow.