isappotnt snaps the thread of hope,

when, thro&039; disastro night, they darklg grope,

with deaf endurance sggishly they bear,

and jt ncde that “fools are fortune&039;s care:”

, heavy, passive to the tepest&039;s shocks,

strong on the sign-post stands the stupid ox

not the idle es&039; ad-cap tra,

not such the workgs of their oon-struck bra;

eaniity they never dwell,

by turns arg heaven, or vaulted hell!