Has a neighbour injured you?
You will yet come off the best;
He’s the most to answer for;
Never mind it, let it rest,
Has a horrid lie been told?
It will run itself to death;
If you let it quite alone
It will die for want of breath;
Are your enemies at work?
They can’t injure you a wit;
If they find you heed them not,
They will soon be glad to quit;
Is adversity your lot?
Fortune’s wheel keeps turning round
Every spoke will reach the top,
Which, like you is going down: -