On him will bounteous Heaven bestow

Twice treble blessings here below;

His happy hours shall sweetly flow,

In never-ceasing pleasure.”

Lordings, believe us, knaves abound,

In every place are flatterers found,

May all their arts be vain!

But chiefly from these scenes of joy,

Chase sordid souls that mirth annoy,

And all who with their base alloy,