But See How Oft Ambition's Aims Are

Hope Travels Through, Nor Quits Us When We Die.

Sure Of Their Qualities And Demanding Praise, More Go To Ruined Fortunes Than Are Raised.

Condition, Circumstance, Is Not The Thing; Bliss Is The Same In Subject Or In King.

To Balance Fortune By A Just Expense, Join With Economy, Magnificence.

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, And Lights Are Fluttering Low: Square Your Shoulders, Lift Your Pack And Leave Your Friends And Go. O Never Fear, Lads, Naught's To Dread, Look Not To Left Nor Right: In All The Endless Road You Tread There's Nothing But The Night.