what objects of pity are those cold and insensible hearts who have never felt your charms! […] These ideas are allied with those of Hymen, who is called Juno, the virtuous wife. […] how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! […] “No traces of those joys, alas! […] And that is lost too in their country’s shouts The voice of gratitude for those that fell, Drowns every thought in those who live to mourn; The hand of charity for those who are left.