Is it not full of suffering?
If times be good, and fortune smile,
My God! how envy storms the while;
If dignity and honours great
Attend thy steps, alas! their weight.
If others thou'rt preferr'd before,
Than others too thou'rt burden'd more.
Art thou to-day in joyous mood,
Rejoicing in thy share of good?
Lo! ere thou think'st, thy gains are gone,