Better wilt thou live...by neither always pressing out to sea nor too closely hugging the dangerous shore in cautious fear of storms.
I court not the votes of the fickle mob.
Strength without judgment falls by its own weight.
Content with his past life, let him take leave of life like a satiated guest.
Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.
Let your mind, happily contented with the present, care not what the morrow will bring with it.