I never saw Death before, and now I seeThat it is warring eyes in a woman's form.
It is politics to please and hoodwink thoseWho flatter but despise us.
Those who have wisdom have all:Fools with all have nothing.
Make foes of bowmen if you must,Never of penmen.
It is compassion, the most gracious of virtues,Which moves the world.
Those are fools however learnedWho have not learned to walk with the world.
The immoral can no more earn respectThan the envious be rich.
When the rare chance comes, seize itTo do the rare deed.
Great wealth, like a crowd at a concert,Gathers and melts.
Fame is a jealous mistressAnd will brook no rival.
The vast world rainless, one may bid adieuTo charity and penance.
Folded hands may conceal a dagger --Likewise a foe's tears.
Conquer with forbearanceThe excesses of insolence.
Cling to the One who clings to nothing;And so clinging, cease to cling.
Virtue alone is happiness; all elseIs else, and without praise.