But he is king who knows no fear,
Whose heart is free from mad desires;
Whom vain ambition moveth not,350
Nor fickle favor of the mob.
The hidden treasures of the west
Move not his heart, nor sands of gold
Which Tagus' waters sweep along
Within their shining bed;355
Nor yet the garnered wealth of grain
Trod out on Libyan threshing-floors.