468. MAN'S DYING-PLACE UNCERTAIN.
Man knows where first he ships himself, but he
Never can tell where shall his landing be.
469. NOTHING FREE-COST.
Nothing comes free-cost here; Jove will not let
His gifts go from him, if not bought with sweat.
470. FEW FORTUNATE.
Many we are, and yet but few possess
Those fields of everlasting happiness.
471. TO PERENNA.
How long, Perenna, wilt thou see
Me languish for the love of thee?
Consent, and play a friendly part
To save, when thou may'st kill a heart.
472. TO THE LADIES.
Trust me, ladies, I will do
Nothing to distemper you;
If I any fret or vex,
Men they shall be, not your sex.