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Not he that knows how to acquire
But to enjoy, is blest.
Nor does our happiness consist
In motion, but in rest.

The gods pass man in bliss, because
They toil not for more height;
But can enjoy, and in their own
Eternal rest delight.

Then, Princes, do not toil, nor care;
Enjoy what you possess.
Which whilst you do, you equalize
The gods in happiness.
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