Thrive, thrive against the brink of doom; Youth the panting breath in folly`s best, Shall blow his horn in honour and not gloom Ridding perversity for the sake of betterment. Decrepitude old age shall taste in caress; The wisdom` trees in utter disgrace! Of this ephemeral rage myriad absurdities Alienating it`s anchor in ill censure. The waywarding ways main untoward; The pitiful fall of rectitude morality, Learned folks may teach the etiquette very good Still Youth will succumb to the insanity. May my rhyme prove useful Against this death wide fall.