The struggle for ambition and the sweat
For gain seem altogether vanity.
Who knoweth not that heaven’s toils are close,
Infinitely close? Few can escape.
Ah! how few great men reach a full old age!
How few unshorn of honors end their days!
Inveterate disease has twined itself
Around me, and binds me in slavery.
The kindness of his Majesty is high[251]
And liberal, admitting no return