English poem
An Imitation of Horace's ODE on FORTUNE
by Anonymous
Some hoist up Fortune to the Skies, Others debase her to a Bubble; I, nor her Frowns, nor Favours prize, Nor think the Chang'ling worth my Trouble.
If, at my Door she chance to light, I civilly my Guest receive; The Visit paid, I bid Good-Night; Nor murmur, when she takes her Leave.
Tho' prosp'rous Gales my Canvas croud, Tho' smooth the Waves, serene the Sky, I trust not Calms; they Storms forebode, And speak th' approaching Tempest nigh.
Then Virtue to the Helm repair, Thou, Innocence, shalt guide the Oar; Now rage ye Winds; Storms rend the Air, My Barque thus Mann'd, shall gain the Shore.
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