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112 Oh ye whose souls relentless love has tam'd To soft distress, or friends untimely slain! Court not the luxury of tender thought: Nor deem it impious to forget those pains That hurt the living, nought avail the dead. Go, soft enthusiast! quit the cypress groves, Nor to the rivulet's lonely moanings tune Your sad complaint. Go, seek the chearful haunts Of men, and mingle with the bustling croud; Lay schemes for wealth, or power, or fame,the wish Of nobler minds, and push them night and day. Or join the caravan in quest of scenes New to your eyes, and shifting every hour; Beyond the Alps, beyond the Appennines. Or, more advent'rous, rush into the field Where war grows hot; and, raging thro' the sky, The lofty trumpet swells the maddening soul: Rh