True, as unwisdom is the worst of ills
How terrible is wisdom, when it brings no profit to the man that's wise
Whoe'er imagines prudence all his own, Or deems that he hath powers to speak and judge Such as none other hath, when they are known, They are found shallow.
Everything is ideal to its parent.
It is only great souls that know how much glory there is in being good.
Not even old age knows how to love death.