Whosoever from thy quarter, Weary of abiding, goeth,
His affair, in fine, to nothing Other than deriding goeth.

By the light of guidance, pilgrim, Seek the way unto the Friend;
For the goal he reacheth never Who astray, self-priding, goeth.

Take thine ease of wine and loveling At life's end; for pity 'tis
If, like youth, old age's season, All in vain betiding, goeth.

Guide of heart-astray gone lovers, Help, 'fore God, a little help!
For the stranger, who the pathway Knoweth not, by guiding goeth.

God ever works with those that work with will.

Words are the parents of a causeless wrath.

There is a time when God doth falsehood prize.

Full grievous burden is a prosperous fool.

“All have their chance:” good proverb for the rich.

Thou see'st a vengeance voiceless and unseen
For one who sleeps or walks or sits at ease:
It takes its course obliquely, here to-day,
And there to-morrow. Nor does night conceal
Men's deeds of ill, but whatsoe'er thou dost,
Think that some God beholds it.

The man who does ill, ill must suffer too.

And if thou wish to benefit the dead,
'Tis all as one as if thou injured'st them,
And they nor sorrow nor delight can feel:
Yet higher than we are is Nemesis,
And Justice taketh vengeance for the dead.

To many mortals silence great gain brings.