The Man Who Melts With

When One With Honeyed Words But Evil Mind Persuades The Mob, Great Woes Befall The State.

Knowledge Is Not Wisdom: Cleverness Is Not, Not Without Awareness Of Our Death, Not Without Recalling Just How Brief Our Flare Is. He Who Overreaches Will, In His Overreaching, Lose What He Possesses, Betray What He Has Now. That Which Is Beyond Us, Which Is Greater Than The Human, The Unattainably Great, Is For The Mad, Or For Those Who Listen To The Mad, And Then Believe Them.

May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.