Folk used often to be warned against this very unhappiness in times past, when for every well-fed, contented person you saw a thousand miserable starvelings.

在过去，人们常常被警告要提防这种非常不情，当时每一个吃饱、心满意人都会看到一个悲惨饥饿。

Of my abundance — abundance to me, though starveling pittance in the view of everyday prosperity — I can give with happiest freedom; I feel myself a man, and no crouching slave with his back ever ready for the lash of circumstance.

我——对我来说是，然从每天繁荣来看微不道——我可以自由地给予；我觉得自己是一个男人，而不是一个蹲伏奴隶，他背永远准备好迎接环境鞭打。