O grant me, Heaven, a middle state, Neither too humble nor too great; More than enough, for nature's ends, With something left to treat my friends.

Uncertainty! fell demon of our fears! The human soul that can support despair, supports not thee.

O grant me, Heaven, a middle state, Neither too humble nor too great; More than enough, for nature's ends, With something left to treat my friends.

The wailing owl screams solitary to the mournful moon.

What proves the hero truly great,Is never, never to despair.

I courted fame but as a spur to brave and honest deeds; who despises fame will soon renounce the virtues that deserve it.

True valor, on virtue founded strong, meets all events alike.