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What purpose soever God conceiveth

He accomplisheth; none his intent may defy⁠—

God, who o’ertaketh the eagle’s wing,

Who outstrippeth the dolphin, o’er waves though it spring,

And the pride of man to the dust can bring,

While unto the lowly one glory he giveth

That waxeth not old as the years fleet by.

But for me is it well that I lack not discretion

From slander’s viper-fangs to refrain.

Ay, venomous-tongued Archilochus’ fate

Have I known from of old, and his low estate

Who with rancorous speech fed fat his hate.

Of all things that Fortune can give in possession

Riches with wisdom are best to attain.