Envy Will Merit As Its Shade Pursue,

When To The Permanent Is Sacrificed The Mutable, The Prize Is Thine: The Drop Returneth Whence It Came. The Open Path Leads To The Changeless Change - Non-being, The Glorious State Of Absoluteness, The Bliss Past Human Thought.

Vices And Virtues Are Of A Strange Nature, For The More We Have, The Fewer We Think We Have.

While Man Exclaims, "see All Things For My Use!" "see Man For Mine!" Replies A Pamper'd Goose.

Know Then Thyself, Presume Not God To Scan; The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Man.

Bear, Like The Turk, No Brother Near The Throne.