On Life's Vast Ocean Diversely We Sail.

Never Elated When Someone's Oppressed, Never Dejected When Another One's Blessed.

Do Good By Stealth, And Blush To Find It Fame.

Jarring Interests Of Themselves Create The According Music Of A Well-mixed State.

Who Dare To Love Their Country, And Be Poor.

Then, At The Last And Only Couplet Fraught With Some Unmeaning Thing They Call A Thought, A Needless Alexandrine Ends The Song, That, Like A Wounded Snake, Drags Its Slow Length Along.