Wrapt up in error is the human mind, And human bliss is ever insecure; Know we what fortune yet remains behind? Know we how long the present shall endure?
Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth.
The noblest of the elements is water
Success for the striven washes away the effort of striving.
For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.
My God grant me love for that which has splendor, but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.