‘You must not rail on Fortune so!
‘You have enough to eat and drink:
You are respected in the world:
And at the barber’s, as I think,
You often get your whiskers curled.
Though Nobleness you ca’n’t attain—
To any very great extent—
The path of Honesty is plain,
However inconvenient!’
‘’Tis true,’ said Peter, ‘I’m alive: