To be doing good deeds is man's most glorious task.
It becomes one, while exempt from woes, to look to the dangers.
Of no mortal say, 'That man is happy,' till vexed by no grievous ill he pass Life's goal.
What men have seen they know; But what shall come hereafter No man before the event can see, Nor what end waits for him.
Sleep, thou patron of mankind, Great physician of the mind Who does nor pain nor sorrow know, Sweetest balm of every woe.
When men have killed joy, I do not believe they still live.