Parnell.
Consider man in every sphere,
Then tell me is your lot severe?
’Tis murmur, discontent, distrust,
That makes you wretched: God is just:
We’re born a restless, needy crew;
Show me a happier man than you?
Gay.
When are we happiest then? O, when resigned
To whatsoe’er our cup of life may brim;