XXXV.

"Ah, what avails it to have trac'd the springs That whirl of empire the stupendous wheel! Ah, what have I to do with conquering kings, Hands drench'd in blood, and breasts begirt with steel! To those whom Nature taught to think and feel, Heroes, alas! are things of small concern. Could History man's secret heart reveal, And what imports a heaven-born mind to learn, Her transcripts to explore what bosom would not yearn!