Extract from Young's Resignation

What cannot resignation do? It wonders can perform; That pow'rful charm, "thy will be done," Can lay the loudest storm. Our hearts are fasten'd to this world, By strong and tender ties; And ev'ry sorrow cuts a string, And urges us to rise. When Heav'n would kindly set us free, And earth's enchantments end, It takes the most effectual means, And robs us of a friend. Oh! how disorder'd our machine, When contradictions mix; When nature strikes no less than twelve, And folly points at six. They let unmark'd, and unemploy'd, Life's idle moments run, And, doing nothing for themselves, Imagine nothing done. Dang'rous mistake—their fate goes on, Their dread account proceeds— And their not doing, is set down, Amongst their darkest deeds.