Vain, froward child of empire, say,
Are all thy playthings snatched away?

Vain, froward child of empire, say,
Are all thy playthings snatched away?

That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a read more

That eagle's fate and mine are one,
Which, on the shaft that made him die,
Espied a feather of his own,
Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

A gift much expected is paid, not given.

A gift much expected is paid, not given.

There are faults we would fain pardon.

There are faults we would fain pardon.

Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest;
Fate read more

Of all the griefs that harass the distress'd,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest;
Fate never wounds more deep the generous heart,
Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart.

Strike up the dance, the cava bowl fill high.

Strike up the dance, the cava bowl fill high.

It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
[Lat., Pars sanitatis velle sanari fruit.]

It is part of the cure to wish to be cured.
[Lat., Pars sanitatis velle sanari fruit.]

Loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

Loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.

As many servants so many enemies.

As many servants so many enemies.