But it is the happiness of Rabbi ben Ezra, a joy three parts pain, the happiness won not by ignoring evil but by mastering it!-- "So, force is sorrow, and each sorrow, force: What then?
since Swiftness gives the charioteer The palm, his hope be in the vivid horse Whose neck God clothed with thunder, not the steer Sluggish and safe! Yoke Hatred, Crime, Remorse, Despair: but ever mid the whirling fear Let, through the tumult, break the poet's face Radiant, assured his wild slaves win the race!".