LXVIII.

So much for Nature:--by way of variety, Now back to thy great joys, Civilisation! And the sweet consequence of large society, War--pestilence--the despot's desolation, The kingly scourge, the lust of notoriety, The millions slain by soldiers for their ration, The scenes like Catherine's boudoir at threescore,[444] With Ismail's storm to soften it the more.