"What scenes of various ills, of care, and strife,
Await poor mortals on this sea of life;
Pride finds in crowns her pleasures all compleat,
Deluded wretch to call a poison sweet;
Ambition hastens to the dusty field,
Can death, can dangers soft contentment yield?
Th' example now is recent to your eyes,
Young Turnus fate shou'd teach you to be wise.
Beneath the glitt'ring throne that bears a king
Are poniards hid, and aspies dart their sting:
Few, few alas, a monarch's cares behold,
He sighs in purple, and repines in gold,
Control'd to act against his own intent,
And when he sighs for peace, to war consent.