The never-ending flight Of future days.

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.

Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony.

Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.

Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.