IF thou wouldst live unruffled by care, Let not the past torment thee e'er; If any loss thou hast to rue, Act as though thou wert born anew; Inquire the meaning of each day, What each day means itself will say; In thine own actions take thy pleasure, What others do, thou'lt duly treasure; Ne'er let thy breast with hate be supplied, And to God the future confide.
IF wealth is gone--then something is gone!
Quick, make up thy mind,
And fresh wealth find. If honour is gone--then much is gone!
Seek glory to find,
And people then will alter their mind. If courage is gone--then all is gone! 'Twere better that thou hadst never been born.
HE who with life makes sport,
Can prosper never; Who rules himself in nought,
Is a slave ever.
MAY each honest effort be
Crown'd with lasting constancy.
EACH road to the proper end Runs straight on, without a bend.