Go On With A Spirit

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

A Sympathetic Friend Can Be Quite As Dear As A Brother.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host, Is In The Common Mass Of Matter Lost.

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?