The Good Is The End Toward Which

Nothing Is Miserable Unless You Think It So; And On The Other Hand, Nothing Brings Happiness Unless You Are Content With It.

For In All Adversity Of Fortune The Worst Sort Of Misery Is To Have Been Happy.

Love Binds People Too, In Matrimony's Sacred Bonds Where Chaste Lovers Are Met, And Friends Cement Their Trust And Friendship. How Happy Is Mankind, If The Love That Orders The Stars Above Rules, Too, In Your Hearts.

Whose Happiness Is So Firmly Established That He Has No Quarrel From Any Side With His Estate Of Life?

One's Virtue Is All That One Truly Has, Because It Is Not Imperiled By The Vicissitudes Of Fortune.