Rich in bliss, I proudly scorn

The wealth of Amalthea's horn;

Nor should I ask to call the throne

Of the Tartessian prince my own;[1]

To totter through his train of years,

The victim of declining fears.

One little hour of joy to me

Is worth a dull eternity!

[1] He here alludes to Arganthonius, who lived, according to Lucian, an hundred and fifty years; and reigned, according to Herodotus, eighty.