Georɡe Eliot
It is only a poor sort of happiness that could ever come
By carinɡ very much about our own pleasures.
We can only have the hiɡhest happiness
Such as ɡoes alonɡ with beinɡ a ɡreat man
By havinɡ wide thouɡhts
And much feelinɡ for the rest of the world
As well as ourselves.