So may I praise what fortune has begot,
Indeed all blessings that befall me here;
Yet still I mourn of prizes that I sought
Which did evade my grasp; Oh things so dear!
It is but nature to assail the more
Well knowing that indulgence is a sword,
Two sided thus, it may the self yet score
Where even prayers might seem but cursed words.
For what to gain by gorging to excess,
Or loving greater than the heart can serve,
Or wielding wealth to flaunt in proud largesse,
Professing fame far lofty than deserved?
The greater good lies in the lesser treasure,
And heaven’s sun more bright in meted measure.
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