would have it take ours. 220 We mark not the world's course, but Nor is that wind less rough which blows a No weakness spoil our lot, Though the non-human powers Of Nature harm us not, 265 And bend their little fists, and rate the senseless ground; With God and Fate to rail at, suffering ours. easily. Draws in the enamoured gazer to its Why should I say that life need yield but Make us, not fly to dreams, but moderate Tremblest, and wilt not dare to trust the desire! joys there are. tacle, There those two live, far in the Illyrian And I shall doubtless see them all again; 445 brakes! They had stayed long enough to see, In Thebes, the billow of calamity, Over their own dear children rolled, Curse upon curse, pang upon pang, For years, they sitting helpless in their home, A grey old man and woman; yet of old The Gods had to their marriage come, 450 And at the banquet all the Muses sang. Therefore they did not end their days 475 |