“Hard is his fate who builds his peace of mind
On the precarious mercy of mankind;
Who hopes for wild and visionary things,
And mounts o’er unknown seas with vent’rous wings;
But as, of various evils that befall
The human race, some portion goes to all;
To him perhaps the milder lot’s assigned
Who feels his consolation in his mind,
And, lock’d within his bosom, bears about
A mental charm for every care without.