Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move? br Is this the justice which on earth we find? br Is this that firm decree which all doth bind? br Are these your influences, Powers above? br Those souls, which vice's moody mists most blind, br Blind Fortune, blindly, most their friend doth prove; br And they who thee, poor idol Virtue! love, br Ply like a feather tossed by storm and wind.