I t treads proud Fortune under!
S unlike, it sits above the wind;
A bove the storms, and thunder.
B rave Spirit! Large Heart! admiring nought!
E steeming each thing, as it ought!
T hat swelleth not, nor shrinketh!
H onour is always in her thought;
A nd of great things, She thinketh!
R ocks, pillars, and heaven's axletree
E xemplify her Constancy!