O heart, my heart, no public leaping when you win;
no solitude nor weeping when you fail to prove.
Rejoice at simple things;
and be but vexed by sin and evil slightly.
Know the tides through which we move.
Jealousy has no power over me;
nor do I envy a god his work;
and I do not burn to rule.
Such things have no:
Fascination for my eyes.