Do Not Expect Plato's Ideal Republic; Be

All That Is Harmony For You, My Universe, Is In Harmony With Me As Well. Nothing That Comes At The Right Time For You Is Too Early Or Too Late For Me. Everything Is Fruit To Me That Your Seasons Bring, Nature. All Things Come Of You, Have Their Being In You, And Return To You.

Not Even The Vicissitudes Of Fortune Are Contrary To Nature Or To The Providential Ordering Of The Universe. It All Flows From The Gods, Who Determine What Is Needed For The Welfare Of The Whole Universe, Of Which You Are A Part.

Life Is A Campaign, A Brief Staying In A Strange Region.

Be Content With What You Are, And Wish Not Change; Nor Dread Your Last Day, Nor Long For It.

He Does Not Write At All Whose Poems No Man Reads