The Pest Of Society Is

Thought Is The Property Of Him Who Can Entertain It, And Of Him Who Can Adequately Place It.

The Rhyme Of The Poet Modulates The King's Affairs.

For Each New Morning With Its Light, For Rest And Shelter Of The Night, For Health And Food, For Love And Friends, For Everything Thy Goodness Sends.

Pride Eradicates All Vices But Itself.

Each Particle Is A Microcosm, And Faithfully Renders The Likeness Of The World.