When The Wise Man Opens His Mouth,

Dear Youths, I Warn You Cherish Peace Divine, And In Your Hearts Lay Deep These Words Of Mine.

Souls Never Die, But Always On Quitting One Abode Pass To Another. All Things Change, Nothing Perishes. The Soul Passes Hither And Thither, Occupying Now This Body, Now That... As A Wax Is Stamped With Certain Figures, Then Melted, Then Stamped Anew With Others, Yet It Is Always The Same Wax. So, The Soul Being Always The Same, Yet Wears At Different Times Different Forms.

Let Not Sleep Fall Upon Thy Eyes Till Thou Has Thrice Reviewed The Transactions Of The Past Day. Where Have I Turned Aside From Rectitude? What Have I Been Doing? What Have I Left Undone, Which I Ought To Have Done?

Before All, Be Real. Only The Truth Gives To The Word The Orpheus' Lyre Power.

One Must Choose In All Things A Mean Just And Good.