'Tis passing hard to do, I well agree,
To give your habits now another bent;
But if ye change them not, then look for war
More terrible than this affront by far.
From downy couches and from wine and play
Laborious Mars is ever wont to fly;
He seeks some other tools, some other way,
Some other arms to raise his standard high.
Not luck nor hazard here have any sway,
Each man is master of his destiny;