Oft lives in vanity, and dies in woe.
Joy, amidst ills, corroborates, exalts;
’Tis joy and conquest; joy, and virtue too.
A noble fortitude in ills, delights
Heaven, earth, ourselves; ’tis duty, glory, peace.
Affliction is the good man’s shining scene;
Prosperity conceals his brightest ray;
As night to stars, woe lustre gives to man.
Heroes in battle, pilots in the storm,
And virtue in calamities, admire. 410