Beware Of What You Want-for You Will

After Thirty, A Man Wakes Up Sad Every Morning, Excepting Perhaps Five Or Six, Until The Day Of His Death.

There Are Eyes, To Be Sure, That Give No More Admission Into The Man Than Blueberries.

At The Gates Of The Forest, The Surprised Man Of The World Is Forced To Leave His City Estimates Of Great And Small, Wise And Foolish.

Not From A Vain Or Shallow Thought His Awful Jove Young Phidias Brought.

Can Anything Be So Elegant As To Have Few Wants, And To Serve Them One's Self?