Nor leaves arm’d squadrons in the field,
But with the marching horseman rides,
And dwells alike in courts and camps, and makes all places yield.
VI
Then, since no state’s completely blest,
Let’s learn the bitter to allay
With gentle mirth, and, wisely gay,
Enjoy at least the present day,
And leave to Fate the rest.
Nor with vain fear of ills to come