Such joy ambition finds.
Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear
Wealth and honours, which most men pursue, easily change masters; they desert to the side which excels in virtue, industry, and endurance of toil, and they abandon the slothful.
Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.
The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.
Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry.