Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.

The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.

When strength is yoked with justice, where is a mightier pair than they?

Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.

But I will place this carefully fed pig Within the crackling oven; and, I pray, What nicer dish can e'er be given to man.

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.