Pity, says the Theban bard, From my wishes I discard; Envy, let me rather be, Rather far, a theme for thee. Pity to distress is shown. Envy to the great alone-- So the Theban -- But to shine Less conspicuous be mine! I prefer the golden mean, Pomp and penury between; For alarm and peril wait Ever on the loftiest state And the lowest to the end Obloquy and scorn attend.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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