Proud thou not and think my dearest friend
Plot not the graph of arrogance
Nor study the Atlas of dishonesty
To avoid the dance of shame

Though nature had crafted thee with crystal
Coated thy person with abilities
Caved out uniqueness from nothingness
Please purchase a solemn heart
Grim thy time with fairest fame

No matter what it released to thee
For thy name to be plotted out
Tire the robe of simplicity
Cause the gift of everyone varies
By the kiss of luck one shines
By the thrust of fate another struggles

No matter how thou soweth and reapeth
Weigh thyself on the scale of humility
Let it be thy guide as thou navigate
Thrust not thy mates beneath the mat
Neither gives thy name to the beast of high horse

No matter how high thou aspire
Detach thy feet from haughty soil
Strive for a merciful lead
Plea for a humble end
Cause fabrics will wear out
Endless sleep is the end of all

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