Sunday, December 05, 2010
My Worship and Creed
Then to all sour railers at mirth,"This ball" is this globe. i.e. the earth.
All fretful repiners, I say—
Joy's rites are my worship on earth,
And my creed's to be grateful and gay.
I care not one farthing for all
The conceits of the sage or the ass;
I enjoy Heaven's gifts to this ball,
And I thank with a song and a glass.
Id., The Bard's Speculations, pp. 170-174 (at 172):
The best prize that I know
In Life's lottery below
Is to scorn all lamenting and whining;
Whate'er be our lot,
To taste well what we've got,
And sin not, by thankless repining.