So may I praise what fortune has begot,
Indeed all blessings that befell 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
So by success yet thine own heart be gored.
For what to gain by gorging to excess,
Or loving greater than the soul 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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