The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven, The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit. All our knowledge brings us nearer to death, But nearness to death no nearer to God. The lot of man is ceaseless labor, Or ceaseless idleness, which is still harder, Or irregular labour, which is not pleasant. I have trodden the winepress alone, and I know That it is hard to be really useful, resigning The things that men count for happiness, seeking The good deeds that lead to obscurity, accepting With equal face those that bring ignominy, The applause of all or the love of none.
All men are ready to invest their money But most expect dividends.
The world turns and the world changes, But one thing does not change. The perpetual struggle of Good and Evil.