Ἐμὲ ἓν μόνον περισπᾷ, μή τι αὐτὸς ποιήσω, ὃ ἡ κατασκευὴ τοῦ ἀνθρώπου οὐ θέλει ἢ ὡς οὐ θέλει ἢ ὃ νῦν οὐ θέλει.
—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 7.20
18.
What I can wield, eke what ’s beyond my power;
With these let me go on my sunny path,
Nor mire the breast or wings o’ the present hour.
Now do I moan no more, whimper nor pine;
The evils I can rule I straightway cure;
For things not in my power ’twere base to whine
Or groan while manful reason bids endure.
So in the moving mass and sum of things
I can and can not, one mark looms sublime:
My sole care is that naught me draws or stings
’Gainst my true self, or ill in way or time.
How all-benign the universe to me,
That I amid these massy things am free!
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