Many Good Works I've Done And Ended, Ye Take The Praise I'm Not Offended; For In The World, I've Always Thought Each Thing Its True Position Hath Sought. When Praised For Foolish Deeds Am I, I Set Off Laughing Heartily; When Blamed For Doing Something Good, I Take It In An Easy Mood. If Some One Stronger Gives Me Hard Blows, That It's A Jest, I Feign To Suppose: But If 'Tis One That's But My Own Like, I Know The Way Such Folks To Strike. When Fortune Smiles, I Merry Grow, And Sing In Dulci Jubilo; When Sinks Her Wheel, And Tumbles Me O'Er, I Think 'Tis Sure To Rise Once More. In The Sunshine Of Summer I Ne'er Lament, Because The Winter It Cannot Prevent; And When The White Snow-Flakes Fall Around, I Don My Skates, And Am Off With A Bound. Though I Dissemble As I Will, The Sun For Me Will Ne'er Stand Still; The Old And Wonted Course Is Run, Until The Whole Of Life Is Done; Each Day The Servant Like The Lord, In Turns Comes Home, And Goes Abroad; If Proud Or Humble The Line They Take, They All Must Eat, Drink, Sleep, And Wake. So Nothing Ever Vexes Me; Act Like The Fool, And Wise Ye'll Be!