The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient

Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man, Of All Things Breathing And Moving.

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

And Woe Succeeds Woe.

Far From Me Be The Gift Of Bacchus--pernicious, Inflaming Wine, That Weakens Both Body And Mind.

Thou Knowst The Oer-eager Vehemence Of Youth,how Quick In Temper, And In Judgement Weak.