Farewel, vain world! dwelling of ills and fears,
Full of fond hopes, false joys, and sad repentance;
For tho' sometimes warm Fancy lights a fire,
That mounting upwards darts its pointed head
Up, thro' the unopposing air, to heav'n,
Yet then comes Thought, and cold Consideration,
Lame Afterthought with endless scruples fraught,
Benumm'd with Fears, to damp the goodly blaze.