O Thou Who Movest Onward With A Mind Intent Upon Thy Way, Pause, Though In Haste! 'Twill Be No Fruitless Moment. I Was Born Within Savona'S Walls, Of Gentle Blood. On Tiber'S Banks My Youth Was Dedicate To Sacred Studies; And The Roman Shepherd Gave To My Charge Urbino'S Numerous Flock. Well Did I Watch, Much Laboured, Nor Had Power To Escape From Many And Strange Indignities; Was Smitten By The Great Ones Of The World, But Did Not Fall; For Virtue Braves All Shocks, Upon Herself Resting Immoveably. Me Did A Kindlier Fortune Then Invite To Serve The Glorious Henry, King Of France, And In His Hands I Saw A High Reward Stretched Out For My Acceptance, But Death Came. Now, Reader, Learn From This My Fate, How False, How Treacherous To Her Promise, Is The World; And Trust In God, To Whose Eternal Doom Must Bend The Sceptred Potentates Of Earth.