It is politics to please and hoodwink thoseWho flatter but despise us.
It is compassion, the most gracious of virtues,Which moves the world.
When the rare chance comes, seize itTo do the rare deed.
The vast world rainless, one may bid adieuTo charity and penance.
Those who have wisdom have all:Fools with all have nothing.
Folded hands may conceal a dagger –Likewise a foe’s tears.
Great wealth, like a crowd at a concert,Gathers and melts.
Virtue alone is happiness; all elseIs else, and without praise.
Conquer with forbearanceThe excesses of insolence.
Fame is a jealous mistressAnd will brook no rival.
I never saw Death before, and now I seeThat it is warring eyes in a woman’s form.
The immoral can no more earn respectThan the envious be rich.
To reprove a harm-doer, put him to shame by doing a good deed in return.
Cling to the One who clings to nothing;And so clinging, cease to cling.