Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.

They live too long who happiness outlive.

To breed up the son to common sense is evermore the parent's least expense.

But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.

Fortune's unjust; she ruins oft the brave, and him who should be victor, makes the slave.

Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.