Who can tread ambition down, Nor be sway'd by smile or frown; Nor for all the treasure cares, That mine conceals, or harvest wears, Or that golden sands deliver, Bosom'd in a glassy river. What shall move his placid might? Not the headlong thunderlight, Quem non ambitio impotens, Vulgi præcipitis movet. Non quidquid fodit occidens; Aut unda Tagus aurea Claro devehit alveo; Non quidquid Libycis terit Fervens area messibus. Quem non concutiet cadens Obliqui via fulminis, Nor the storm that rushes out To snatch the shivering waves about, At whose tread the Scythians tremble, Non Eurus rapiens mare, Aut sævo rabidus freto Ventosi tumor Adriæ; Quem non lancea militis, Non strictus domuit chalybs; Qui tuto positus loco, Infra se vidit omnia; Occurritque suo libens Fato, nec queritur mori. Reges conveniant licet, Qui sparsos agitant Dahas, Grant that in the train be they, Whom the Red-Sea shores obey, Where the gems and chrystal caves Sparkle up through purple waves; Bring with these the Caspian stout, Who scorns to shut th' invader out, And the daring race that tread The rocking of the Danube's bed, With those again, where'er they be, Who, lapp'd in silken luxury, Qui rubri vada litoris, Late sanguineum tenent; Feed, to the full, their lordly will;-. The noble mind is monarch still.. No need has he of vulgar force, Seres vellere nobiles ; Mens regnum bona possidet. Nil ullis opus est equis, Nil armis, et inertibus Telis, quæ procul ingerit Admotis nihil est opus Urbes sternere machinis Longe saxa rotantibus. |