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28  Ah me! I felt my life-blood flow; I sunk beneath my conquering foe How vainly then a shield I wear! In vain defensive arms I bear; For victory who can hope to win While fiercely burns the war within?

Gyges' treasures I could see, From envious thoughts and wishes free. On golden heaps with scorn I frown; I would not wear a monarch's crown. Far other joys and cares are mine, For which such bawbles I resign. To bathe my beard with sweet perfumes, To crown my brows with spring's fresh blooms; These—these are things that claim my care. This day is mine—I'll freely share The joys it brings; for who can know If he shall see the next or no? Then, while thy summer sky is clear, Nor death nor danger hover near, The happy hours of life employ In song, and dance, and festive joy;