Classic Poem

Farewel, disturber of my rest,
Successless Love! adieu;
With hopes, and jealousies, and fears,
And all your harpy crew.

Farewel, the mournful midnight lay,
The elegy of woe!
And all the dismal ditties, sung
By Maiden 's mazy flow.

Hail, sober Dulness! ever hail,
My only, last relief!
Thy serious sons in peace repose,
Insensible of grief!

No studied harmony of sound
Their passions e'er refin'd;
Nor melting melody of woe
Ere touch'd their callous mind.

Alike to them, when nature's call
Ferments their boiling blood,
Whether B ELINDA smile or not;
Another is as good.

The various ills of love and life,
The thinking only know;
And sensibility is join'd
Eternally with woe.

At first, the little ills of love
My bosom hardly wrung;
But lo! they gather'd strength, and grew
Important as I sung.

Thus, under a physician's care,
Intent on fame and fees,
The titubation of a pulse
Increases to disease.

He talks in all the terms of art,
And wags his mystic head;
While patients tremble for their life,
And think they're really bad.