If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.

Restless at home, and ever prone to range.

Here lies my wife: here let her lie! Now she's at rest, and so am I.

Love either finds equality or makes it.

Accurst ambition, how dearly I have bought you.

But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.