Look not at Joys that dazzle from afar,
Nor envy  on his gilded Car;
For all Degrees their Days of Anguish know,
And the most happy have a taste of Woe:
Then calmly take what Providence ordains,
He swells the Load who murmurs and complains:
For all things vary: And who sits to day
Half-drown'd in Tears; to-morrow may be gay.