I Prefer the Golden Mean Poem by Palladas
I Prefer the Golden Mean
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.
translated by William Cowper
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