Against necessity, against its strength, no one can fight and win.

Do not kick against the pricks.

Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.

Search well and be wise, nor believe that self-willed pride will ever be better than good counsel.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn

Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.