Book: Henry VIII. Page 2

To be content - there is no greater good in life.

As if the spirit were separated from the body.

Or let us turn to dumb statues.

Bad deed is often clearer to everyone,
It's rougher, and here they proclaim.
His good deed.

All those who do not understand him.

Loosen the bridle and he will drive himself.

No, really, it is better to be born in poverty
And modest but decent life to live
Than to go up the shining mountain
And wear a Golden sorrow.

All in heaven! You all take heed,
Dying gives you advice:
Love your give people generous,
But not the trust. Your friends,
Someone open your heart, seeing
The slightest obstacle in your happiness,
You will rush back like a wave, away
And, just so you sink back.

It is impossible to us of matters required
To unsubscribe, just out of fear,
What will we severely condemn.