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Translations. -Contentment. (From Claudius.)

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I am content. In triumph's tone      My song, let people know!     And many a mighty man, with throne      And sceptre, is not so.     And if he is, why then, I cry,     The man is just the same as I.     The Mogul's gold, the Sultan's show,      The hero's bliss, who, vext     To find no other world below,      Up to the moon looked next--     I'd none of them; for things like that     Are only fit for laughing at.     My motto is--Content with this.      Gold--rank--I prize not such.     That which I have, my measure is;      Wise men desire not much.     Men wish and wish, and have their will,     And wish again, as hungry still.     And gold or honour, though it rings,      Is but a brittle glass;     Experience of changing things      Might teach a very ass!     Right often Many turns to None,     And honour has but a short run.     To do right, to be good and clear,      Is more than rank and gold;     Then art thou always of good cheer,      And blisses hast untold;     Then art thou with thyself at one,     And hatest no man, fearest none.     I am content. In triumph's tone,      My song, let people know!     And many a mighty man, with throne      And sceptre, is not so.     And if he is, why then, I cry,     The man is just the same as I.

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