Be not caught by the cunning of those who appear in a disguise.
All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.
He paints a dolphin in the woods, a boar in the waves.
The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain.
Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?