The quiet rest that princely palace plights!
Care upon care, and every day anew
Fresh rising tempest tires the tossed minds.
Who strives to stand in pomp of princely port,
On giddy top and culm of slippery court,
Finds oft a heavy fate; whiles too much known
To all, he falls unknown unto himself.[275]
Let whoso else that list affect the name,
But let me seem a potentate to none:
My slender bark shall creep[276] anenst the shore,