Not frighted with their fate when cast away,
But to their glorious hazards durst succeed.
The Duke would lasting calms to courts assure,
As pleasant gardens we defend from winds;
For he who bus’ness would from storms procure,
Soon his affairs above his manage finds.
Oswald in throngs the abject people sought
With humble looks; who still too late will know
They are ambition’s quarry, and soon caught
When the aspiring eagle stoops so low.