Sir Joseph Mawbey

Amidst our Bliss, thro' every Scene,
In this great Road of Life,
Envy and Malice step between
To mar the Joy with Strife.

But arm'd with Truth's eternal Shield,
We brave presumptuous Art;
And Falshood fails, compell'd to yield,
Before the virtuous Heart.

Thus Worms attract with spurious Light,
And cheat the vulgar Eye,
'Till Phaebus comes with Radiance bright,
And then unmark'd they lie.

So Mawbey, like the Sun's blest Ray,
That cheers each Plant and Flower;
Shall drive all envious Sparks away
That would usurp his Power.