Luck affects everything; let your hook always be cast.
Spare the soul that feels a deadly wound.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
We have ploughed the vast ocean in a fragile bark.
One does not yearn for that which is easily acquired.
For in this strange anatomy we wear, the head has greater powers than the hand; the spirit, heart, and mind are over all.