He that in youth-tide’s bloom hath won so lately + 

Glory, is wont to be uplifted high + 

On wings of hope; his courage waxeth greatly + 

With lifting pinions: riches’ witchery + 

Doth he defy. + 

Yet ah, it is but for one little hour + 

That mortal bliss grows, not curse-overtaken. + 

In one short hour, as by an earthquake shaken, + 

’Tis hurled to the dust by adverse Destiny’s power. + 