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Contentedness.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Contentedness.

I Thank the Gods that in a Sphere I move
Secure, but subject to the Darts of Love;
I soar not on those Heights where Envy reigns
But with Humility I court the Plains.

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Must I complain the Stars prove cross to me,
'Cause I was born in such a low Degree?
Must I expect a Tribute from the West,
'Cause Alexander conquer'd all the East?
Methinks I see Sejanus in the Clouds,
Throng'd for a-while by the adoring Crouds;
Upon the waxen Wings of Fame he flies,
And darkens with his Train the glorious Skies:
Thus like a Vapour he ascends in pain,
But like a condens'd Cloud falls down again;
The great 'cause, Fortune's blind, her Pow'r despise
But in her Kingdom she has Argus Eyes.