Avoid Extremes; and shun the fault of such Who still are pleas'd too little or too much.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes: the glorious fault of angels and of gods.

Wit and judgment often are at strife.

While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.

When to the Permanent is sacrificed the Mutable, the prize is thine: the drop returneth whence it came. The Open Path leads to the changeless change - Non-Being, the glorious state of Absoluteness, the Bliss past human thought.

Some are bewildered in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools.

Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain; awake but one, and in, what myriads rise!