Men Are But Children Of A Larger

Let Fortune Empty Her Whole Quiver On Me, I Have A Soul That, Like An Ample Shield, Can Take In All, And Verge Enough For More; Fate Was Not Mine, Nor Am I Fate's: Souls Know No Conquerors.

From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal Frame Began.

Luxurious Kings Are To Their People Lost, They Live Like Drones, Upon The Public Cost.

If We From Wealth To Poverty Descend, Want Gives To Know The Flatterer From The Friend.

Seek Not To Know What Must Not Be Reveal, For Joy Only Flows Where Fate Is Most Concealed. A Busy Person Would Find Their Sorrows Much More; If Future Fortunes Were Known Before!