While the most giddy, as they reach the shore,
Think of their danger, and their GOD adore.
LETTER X.
Non iter lances mensasque nitentes,
Cum stupet insanis acies fulgoribus, et cum
Acclinis falsis animus meliora recusat:
Verum hic impransi mecum disquirite.
HORACE, Satires.
O prodiga rerum
Luxuries, nunquam parvo contenta paratu,