Unpleasant reflections: Thousand worlds better to live... Op. 13

Thousand worlds better to live,
Sprawls the whole universe;
Fool's the man who finds the one,
Worse off who as a dog his life began;
And still better's the choleric hound,
Scrambling for food in desolate mound;
Yea! Great's the envy when he sights,
Astral deva which now this plane alights,
Organising the matters with kind panache,
In merciful providence of starry nights!

Or, other version:

Thousand worlds better to live,
Sprawls the whole universe;
Fool's the man who finds the one,
Ill-fated whose life as dog began;
More fortunate's even the choleric hound,
Scrambling for food in desolate mound;
Yea! And great's the envy when we do sight,
Astral deva that now this plane does alight,
Organising his matters with kind panache,
With merciful providence of star-lit night