Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then

Roses At First Were White, Till Thy Co'd Not Agree, Whether My Sapho's Breast, Or They More White Sho'd Be.

He Who Has Suffered Shipwreck, Fears To Sail Upon The Seas, Though With A Gentle Gale.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

Drink Wine, And Live Here Blitheful While Ye May; The Morrow's Life Too Late Is; Live To-day.

Men Are Suspicious; Prone To Discontent: Subjects Still Loathe The Present Government.