Desire Of Power, On Earth A Vicious

Fortune Confounds The Wise, And When They Least Expect It Turns The Dice.

Keen Appetite And Quick Digestion Wait On You And Yours.

Maintain Your Post: That's All The Fame You Need; For 'tis Impossible You Should Proceed.

But Wild Ambition Loves To Slide, Not Stand, And Fortune's Ice Prefers To Virtue's Land.

For Thee, Sweet Month; The Groves Green Liveries Wear. If Not The First, The Fairest Of The Year; For Thee The Graces Lead The Dancing Hours, And Nature's Ready Pencil Paints The Flowers. When Thy Short Reign Is Past, The Feverish Sun The Sultry Tropic Fears, And Moves More Slowly On.