Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost.
God is in his Heaven, all's right with the world.
Better have failed in the high aim, as I, Than vulgarly in the low aim succeed As, God be thanked! I do not.
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.
Make no more giants, God!But elevate the race at once!
Therefore I summon age / To grant youth's heritage.