Happy is he who beholdeth no ill event in circumstance.
Happy is he who giveth greetings unto beauty and riseth not up to dispute with the scornful.

He is like unto a river of pure water that runneth through green pastures.
He maketh all things to laugh by the aspect of his countenance.

Great things are designed, great things are executed, great things are made potent.

But the greatest things are made beauteous
By the hands of him who runneth like the river toward the sea,
Unmindful of its course except that it be forward.

Golden Scripts 121: 12-14

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