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 Like lightning that, begot but in a cloud,
 * Though shining bright, and speaking loud,

Whilst it begins, concludes its violent race,
 * And where it gilds, it wounds the place.

Oh, scene of fortune, which dost fair appear
 * Only to men that stand not near.

Proud poverty, that tinsel bravery wears,
 * And like a rainbow, painted tears.

Be prudent, and the shore in prospect keep,
 * In a weak boat trust not the deep.

Placed beneath envy, above envying rise;
 * Pity great men, great things despise.

The wise example of the heavenly lark.
 * Thy fellow poet, Cowley, mark,

Above the clouds let thy proud music sound,
 * Thy humble nest build on the ground.