Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.

Learn to labour and to wait.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Make not thyself the judge of any man.

When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop shadows on it! When thou smilest, my beloved, Then my troubled heart is brightened, As in sunshine gleam the ripples That the cold wind makes in rivers.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just