Fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Where's the man who counsel can bestow, still pleased to teach, and yet not proud to know.

Light quirks of music, broken and uneven,Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.

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.

Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.

She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules; Charms by accepting, by submitting, sways, Yet has her humor most, when she obeys.

Teach me to feel another's woe, to hide the fault I see, that mercy I to others show, that mercy show to me.