But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
How easy 'tis, when Destiny proves kind, With full-spread sails to run before the wind!
No king nor nation one moment can retard the appointed hour.
Courage from hearts and not from numbers grows.
Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.