For, in this narrow scantling of capacity which we are accustomed to and sensible of here, wherein we enjoy but one pleasure at once, which, when all uneasiness is away, is, whilst it lasts, sufficient to make us think ourselves happy, it is not all remote and even apparent good that affects us.
Zeren, gure gaitasuna oso mugatua delarik, bizi sentitu ohi dugun gauza berau, bakoitzean plazer batez baino gozatzerik ez dugu eta plazer hau, kezka oro gure baitatik kenduta dagoenean, gauza da, dirauen artean, zoriontsu garela uste izatera gu eramateko.