Astrologers That Future Fates Foreshow.

Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife.

Virtue Alone Is Happiness Below.

Ah! Why, Ye Gods, Should Two And Two Make Four?

By Flatterers Besieged And So Obliging That He Ne'er Obliged.

Learn To Live Well, Or Fairly Make Your Will; You've Play'd, And Lov'd, And Ate, And Drank Your Fill: Walk Sober Off, Before A Sprightlier Age Comes Titt'ring On, And Shoves You From The Stage.