Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.
That best of blessings, a contented mind.
Life gives nothing to man without labor.
Pale Death beats equally at the poor man's gate and at the palaces of kings.
Jokes aside, let us turn to serious matters.
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and carriages: the object of our search is present with us.