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