Take the good the gods provide thee.
More liberty begets desire of more; The hunger still increases with the store
Fortune, that with malicious joyDoes man her slave oppress,Proud of her office to destroy,Is seldom pleasd to bless.
What passion cannot music raise and quell!
For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.
Youth, beauty, graceful action seldom fail: But common interest always will prevail; And pity never ceases to be shown To him who makes the people's wrongs his own.