1.

Who thinks his great achievements poor

Shall find his vigour long endure.

Of greatest fulness, deemed a void,

Exhaustion ne'er shall stem the tide.

Do thou what's straight still crooked deem;

Thy greatest art still stupid seem,

And eloquence a stammering scream.

2 Constant action overcomes cold; being still overcomes heat. Purity and stillness give the correct law to all under heaven.