As in the Sun's meridian blaze
A cloud obscene of insects plays,
Or with invenom'd sting invades
The quiet of sequester'd shades,
Now swarms on filth, and now pollutes
The nectar of the fairest fruits:
So thro' each rank, thro' every stage
Wantons the ceaseless Beldame's rage.
Sublimely rapt in patriot heat,
Furious she shakes the Monarch's seat,
Now stooping spurns the lowly cell
Where calm Content, and Concord dwell,
Well pleas'd degraded Worth to see,
Or Felons load the groaning tree.