121 Controul of self does man conduct to bliss th' immortals [angels] share; Indulgence leads to deepest night, and leaves him there.

122 Guard thou as wealth the power of self-controul; Than this no greater gain to living soul!

123 If versed in wisdom's lore by virtue's law you self restrain, Your self-repression known will yield you glory's gain.

124 In his station, all unswerving, if man self subdue, Greater he than mountain proudly rising to the view.

125 To all humility is goodly grace; but chief to them With fortune blessed, — 'tis fortune's diadem.

126 Like tortoise, who the five restrains In one, through seven worlds bliss obtains.

127 Whate'er they fail to guard, o'er lips men guard should keep; If not, through fault of tongue, they bitter tears shall weep.

128 Though some small gain of good it seem to bring, The evil word is parent still of evil thing.

129 In flesh by fire inflamed, nature may throughly heal the sore; In soul by tongue inflamed, the ulcer healeth nevermore.

130 Who learns restraint, and guards his soul from wrath, Virtue, a timely aid, attends his path.