And He Goes Through Life,

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.

My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live Out Of The Teeth Of Emulation.

So Fair And Foul A Day I Had Not Seen.