The Moving Finger Writes; And, Having Writ,

As Far As You Can Avoid It, Do Not Give Grief To Anyone. Never Inflict Your Rage On Another. If You Hope For Eternal Rest, Feel The Pain Yourself; But Don’t Hurt Others.

To-day Is Thine To Spend, But Not To-morrow; Counting On Morrows Breedeth Bankrupt Sorrow: O Squander Not This Breath That Heaven Hath Lent Thee; Make Not Too Sure Another Breath To Borrow.

Hearts Are Like Tapers, Which At Beauteous Eyes Kindle A Flame Of Love That Never Dies; And Beauty Is A Flame, Where Hearts, Like Moths, Offer Themselves A Burning Sacrifice.

He Who Has One Enemy Shall Meet Him Everywhere.

Oh, The Brave Music Of A Distant Drum!