Among Unequals What Society Can Sort, What

Hope Elevates, And Joy Brightens His Crest.

Justice Divine Mends Not Her Slowest Pace For Prayers Or Cries.

Good Luck Befriend Thee, Son; For At Thy Birth The Fairy Ladies Danced Upon The Hearth.

License They Mean When They Cry Liberty; For Who Loves That, Must First Be Wise And Good.

Who Aspires Must Down As Low As High He Soar'd.