I was taken by a reading in my online philosophy class. It is as follows:
I have now reigned about fifty years in victory or peace, beloved by my subjects, dreaded by my enemies, and respected by my allies. Riches and honours, power and pleasure, have waited on my call, nor does any earthly blessing appear to have been wanting for my felicity. In this situation, I have diligently numbered the days of pure and genuine happiness which have befallen to my lot. They amount to fourteen: O man! Place not thy confidence in this present world.
Abd Er-Rahman III, who ruled Cordoba in Spain in the 10th Century
Now what do you make of that?