Swift Was The Race, But Short The

Possess Your Soul With Patience.

When He Spoke, What Tender Words He Used! So Softly, That Like Flakes Of Feathered Snow, They Melted As They Fell.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

For What Can Power Give More Than Food And Drink, To Live At Ease, And Not Be Bound To Think?