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86 For ever torn; and chaos floating round. What dreams presage, what dangers these or those Portend to sanity, tho' prudent seers Reveal'd of old, and men of deathless fame We would not to the superstitious mind Suggest new throbs, new vanities of fear. 'Tis ours to teach you from the peaceful night To banish omens, and all restless woes.


 * In study some protract the silent hours,

Which others consecrate to mirth and wine; And sleep till noon, and hardly live till night. But surely this redeems not from the shades One hour of life. Nor does it nought avail What season you to drowsy Morpheus give Of th' ever-varying circle of the day; Or whether, thro' the tedious winter gloom, You tempt the midnight or the morning damps. Rh