Patience, The Beggar's Virtue, Shall Find No

Greatness, With Private Men Esteem'd A Blessing, Is To Me A Curse; And We, Whom, For Our High Births, They Conclude The Happy Freemen, Are The Only Slaves. Happy The Golden Mean!

Factions Among Yourselves; Preferring Such To Offices And Honors, As Ne'er Read The Elements Of Saving Policy; But Deeply Skilled In All The Principles That Usher To Destruction.

They Are Only Safe That Know To Soothe The Prince's Appetite, And Serve His Lusts.

Nay, Droop Not, Fellows; Innocence Should Be Bold.

Giants In Their Promises, But Those Obtained, Weak Pigmies In Their Performance.