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Rh True learning 'tis, to cease from wrong;
 * Contentment is prosperity.

And again:

And again:

I've drunk foul water; slept forlorn On gathered bits of broken thorn; I've lost my love, I've begged for alms, Enduring heart- and belly-qualms; I've crossed the sea; I've walked afar; I've treasured half a shattered jar: Of further labors is there need? Quick, damn you! Give your orders, Greed!