So On This Windy Sea Of Land,

Where Peace And Rest Can Never Dwell, Hope Never Comes, That Comes To All.

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.

Faithful Found Among The Faithless.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.

Necessity And Chance Approach Not Me, And What I Will Is Fate.