1. We seek from none but you though there are some
Among men who can give while their gifts are welcome

2. O noble one your gifts to us are most prized
Theirs may flow to them while yours cannot be equaled

3. We wait not hoping one day to live free
While our hope from others is unfulfilled

4. We take but little from your hands while none
From the miser's pile though it may be plentiful

5. The generous one's gift small may yet be great
While the mean one's much may provide but little

6. These skills are but a yoke and rare to find
Are the noble ones while the servile are many

7. My friend for woe there is no remedy
Beauty is eclipsed and vileness made attractive

8. Misfortune was our nature from the start
In times when minds themselves do harm

9. So let me drink deep of ignorance until
I seem most inclined to utter foolishness

10. Find me excuses for all seriousness and jest
Every toil and repose needs its explanation

11. All have their fill of the life they are given
More than suffice is excess for any person