Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
By flatterers besieged And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
Consult the genius of the place, that paints as you plant, and as you work.
So perish all who do the like again.
Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.