But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
As one that neither seeks, nor shuns his foe.
Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.
Long pains, with use of bearing, are half eased.
She feared no danger, for she knew no sin.