With ſpade and plow,

The earth to vex, or with the prow
The briny ſea, to eat
The bread of care in endleſs ſtrife. ⁠135
The dread divinities among
The few unaccuſtom'd to wrong,
Who never broke the vow they ſwore,
A tearleſs age enjoy for ever-more:
While the wicked hence depart ⁠140
To torments which appall the heart:

But the ſouls who greatly dare,
Thrice try'd in either ſtate, to perſevere
From all injuſtice pure,
Journeying onward in the way ⁠145
Of Jupiter, in virtue ſtill ſecure,
Along his road
Arrive at Saturn's rais'd abode;
Where ſoft ſea-breezes breathe
Round the iſland of the bleſs'd; where gay ⁠150
The trees with golden bloſſoms glow;
Where, their brows and arms to wreathe,

Bright garlands on every ſide blow;