If such the purchase to be freed from pain,
Oh, Sensibility, to thee again
I turn — do thou my every thought control,
'Tis thine to animate or soothe the soul;
'Tis thine alone those feelings to bestow,
From which the source of every good doth flow;
Since these thy joys, thy griefs I'll patient bear,
And humbly take of each th' allotted share;
To Friendship's shrine the ready tribute bring,
And fly to Sorrow on Compassion's wing,
Enjoy the good, against the worst provide,
By taking Resignation for my guide,
In her safe conduct patiently submit
To every pain, which Providence thinks fit.