Ever A Glutton, At Another's

Fattened In Vice, So Callous And So Gross, He Sins And Sees Not, Senseless Of His Loss.

He Trudged Along Unknowing What He Sought, And Whistled As He Went, For Want Of Thought.

Seek Not To Know What Must Not Be Reveal, For Joy Only Flows Where Fate Is Most Concealed. A Busy Person Would Find Their Sorrows Much More; If Future Fortunes Were Known Before!

Thou Tyrant, Tyrant Jealousy, Thou Tyrant Of The Mind!

Pity Melts The Mind To Love.