Those who feel the world is their walkway
and those who curse others with their boastful burden,
may all their heirs perish, — for nothing is more deplorable than self-righteousness.
Nay, my desire be not for all to deny themselves in light of the world
Nor be it to remain unheard and unknown to the ear and eye.
May it be only, — temperance, tame the beast of the proud
and for dignity—all owe their dues to another's will—let man not think himself omniscient.
Reguard in highest admiration the few who lack jaunty conscience.
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