Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.
For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.
Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?
Whatever is beautiful is beautiful by necessity
Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.
Humble in a humble state and great in greatness, I will work out the divinity that is busy within my mind.