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
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
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.