Human misery must somewhere have a stop: there is no wind that always blows a storm; great good fortune comes to failure in the end. - Euripides

The man is happiest who lives from day to day and asks no more, garnering the simple goodness of life.

Lucky is the man who escapes a storm at sea and finds his way home to safe harbor — the man delivered from hardship. We all compete for wealth and power, and for every thousand hearts a thousand hopes. Some wither, some bear fruit. 910But the one who lives from day to day, finding good where he can: he is happy — he is a lucky man.

or else I would have sung a song
in response to what the male sex sings.
For our lengthy past has much to say
about men's lives as well as ours