I see ambition never pleased;
I see some Tantals starved in store;
I see gold’s dropsy seldom eased; 15
I see e’en Midas gape for more:
I neither want, nor yet abound—
Enough’s a feast, content is crowned.
I feign not friendship, where I hate;
I fawn not on the great in show; 20
I prize, I praise a mean estate—
Neither too lofty nor too low: