The Best Things Beyond Their Measure Cloy.

There Is A Fullness Of All Things, Even Of Sleep And Love.

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.

Lay Ye Down The Golden Chain From Heaven, And Pull At Its Inferior Links Both Goddesses And Gods.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain

Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.