Seal'd lips have blessings sure to come:Who drags Eleusis' rite today,That man shall never share my home,Or join my voyage: roofs give wayAnd boats are wreck'd: true men and thievesNeglected Justice oft confounds:Though Vengeance halt, she seldom leavesThe wretch whose flying steps she hounds.The man of firm and righteous will,No rabble, clamorous for the wrong,No tyrant's brow, whose frown may kill,Can shake the strength that makes him strong:Not winds, that chafe the sea they sway,Nor Jove's right hand, with lightning red:Should Nature's pillar'd frame give way,That wreck would strike one fearless head.Pollux and roving Hercules Thus won their way to Heaven's proud steep,'Mid whom Augustus, couch'd at ease,Dyes his red lips with nectar deep.