When the Sun Clearest shineth Serenest in the heaven, Quickly are obscured All over the earth Other stars.

All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.

For in prosperity a man is often puffed up with pride, whereas tribulations chasten and humble him through suffering and sorrow. In the midst of prosperity the mind is elated, and in prosperity a man forgets himself; in hardship he is forced to reflect on himself, even though he be unwilling. In prosperity a man often destroys the good he has done; amidst difficulties he often repairs what he long since did in the way of wickedness.

Ah, why should life all labor be?

I am a part of all whom I have met.

For man is man and master of his fate.

I embrace the purpose of God and the doom assigned.