Time speeds on his journey, alas! ne'er returning,
He leads to decay whether gaily or mourning.
Then let us be wise and in crossing life's ocean,
Still learn to despise honours, wealth or promotion:
Ambition and care bring sorrow and ruin;
Content is alone the good worth pursuing.

Far distant from pomp be my humble dwelling,
May friendship and love, all vain grandeur excelling,
Still bless the retreat where'er Fate has decreed it,
With something to spare for those who may need it;
Ambition and care bring sorrow and ruin;
Content is alone the good worth pursuing.