Dost thou, my friend, desire to rise,
To honour, wealth, and dignities?
Virtue's paths though trod by few,
With constant steps do thou pursue.
For as the coward soul admires
That courage which the brave inspires:
And his own quarrels to defend,
Gladly makes such a one his friend;
So in a world which rogues infest,
How is an honest man caress'd!
The villains from each other fly,
And on his virtue safe rely.