Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

My Friends, Whoever Has Had Experience Of Evils Knows How Whenever A Flood Of Ills Comes Upon Mortals, A Man Fears Everything; But Whenever A Divine Force Cheers On Our Voyage, Then We Believe That The Same Fate Will Always Blow Fair.

There Are Times When Fear Is Good. It Must Keep Its Watchful Place At The Heart's Controls.