Ambition is not what man does... but what man would do.
No, when the fight begins within himself, / A man's worth something.
Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!
The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!
Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.