Thourt welcome in my
box to peep!
Lifes puppet-show, the world
in little,
Thoult see depicted to a
tittle,-
But pray at some small distance
keep!
Tis by the torch of
love alone,
By Cupids taper, it
is shown.
See, not a moment void the stage
is!
The child in arms at first
they bring,-
The boy then skips,-the
youth now storms and rages,-
The man contends, and ventures
everything!
Each one attempts success
to find,
Yet narrow is the race-course ever;
The chariot rolls, the axles quiver,
The hero presses on, the coward
stays behind,
The proud man falls with mirth-inspiring
fall,
The wise man overtakes them all!
Thou seest fair woman it
the barrier stand,
With beauteous hands, with smiling
eyes,
To glad the victor with his prize.
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