Of all I want so very little’s mine That I believe I couldn’t have much less; Show me the luckiest man on earth, I guess His fortune can’t compare with my decline; If I set off towards the sea, I think I’d find less water than they use baptising: So that today I’m sure I must be rising; There isn’t any lower I could sink. Yet I’ll not yield to whimpering despair, But welcome my disasters in the way That savages rejoice in foulest weather. For once I heard a learnèd man declare: To every man at length will dawn a day That’s worth a hundred others put together.