Ah! little does he know the Nymph he styles
A foe to pleasure; pleasure is not more
His aim than her's; with him she joins to blame
The hermit's gloom, and savage penances;
Each social joy approves. Oh! without thee,
Fair Friendship, Life were nothing; without thee,
The page of Fancy would no longer charm,
And Solitude disgust e'en pensive minds.