Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd,
And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away,
The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day!
So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
For others' good, or melt at others' woe.

Line 45. Compare Pope's The Odyssey of Homer, Book XVIII, line 269. - The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope (1717) - Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady