Be moderate, be moderate.---
Why tell you me of moderation?
The grief is fine, full, perfect, that I taste,
And violenteth in a sense as strong
As that which causeth it: how can I moderate it?
Aristotle advised moderation in all things - but what good is a life that avoids all extremes - a life that offers no desolation, no despair, no revelation or translucent underwear, no crying shames or surprise birthdays, no tantrums or earthquakes, no heartbreak, no resurrection, no snow-capped peaks, no tsunamis, no lurid speech, no movements, no monuments, no novels, no scripts, no meltdowns or showdowns or love-bitten lips, no gossamer glints of morning sorrow, no secret pinings for the morrow, no souls or sadness - just sensations, no poets' madness just machinations, no sweethearts or soulmates or best friends, just idle individuals with time to spend - life so plain seems of little worth to me - excessive in its simplicity. surely, virtue is more than just mediocrity. surely it has to be
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This only grant me, that my means may lie
Too low for envy, for contempt too high.
