Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of

Fortune's Unjust; She Ruins Oft The Brave, And Him Who Should Be Victor, Makes The Slave.

If You Have Lived, Take Thankfully The Past. Make, As You Can, The Sweet Remembrance Last.

Bankrupt Of Life, Yet Prodigal Of Ease.

Pleasure Never Comes Sincere To Man; But Lent By Heaven Upon Hard Usury.

But When To Sin Our Biased Nature Leans, The Careful Devil Is Still At Hand With Means; And Providently Pimps For Ill Desires.