For what I have publish'd, I can only hope to be pardon'd; but for what I have burned, I deserve to be prais'd.
No craving void left aching in the soul.
Never elated when someone's oppressed, never dejected when another one's blessed.
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.
The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
Amusement is the happiness of those who cannot think.