The Maxims

THE MAXIMS. Who understands the patterns of life? It is even he who from speaking rashly restrains his lips, That man will know peace, upon the earth shall he multiply his days and his years shall be long. Trust men at your peril; for men are erratic; but The Maker, every promise He makes, He keeps, The end of the fool's words is pain, but a wise man's words make the soul merry like a fine song. Wrath is the ally of the simple, but the wits of the observant and silent, none would understand, Without death, we will not value life; that is why death is our lot and the end of our lives' shape. A high-minded wife is a curse, and the life of the slothful is not more worthy than dung in hand, The quest for riches is deadly, and to spot the fool, look for him whose mouth is always agape. In pain, there's glory, but pleasure births doom; whoever is made glad by pleasure will not last; At dawn, sow; at twilight, be not a sluggard; for you do not know which shall bear a fruitful tree. A simpleton is he who thinks his acts can be buried; for even Time's flight doesn't kill the past; By one bad, many 'goods' are erased, and the one who's more careful than sorry shall live free. Music is soul's lullaby, but dreams keep you awake; a man of dreams is never a lover of sleep; Do what you want and how you please, but forget not that by that shall you win or bitterly weep.