And lost my way;
Rich I thought myself
When I met another:
Man is the joy of man.
48. Liberal and brave
Men live best,
They seldom cherish sorrow;
But a bare-minded man
Dreads everything;
The niggardly is uneasy even at gifts.
And lost my way;
Rich I thought myself
When I met another:
Man is the joy of man.
48. Liberal and brave
Men live best,
They seldom cherish sorrow;
But a bare-minded man
Dreads everything;
The niggardly is uneasy even at gifts.