Composure

The discerning of the world

set rest as the highest good;

and to win this treasure,

one needs neither finery nor money:

because everyone sees hourly that,

who flowers defiantly today,

tomorrow often pulls on the oar.

Outward splendour and goods

are a shiny cunning,

which is a decorated trap

for humble dispositions;

he who steps here blind and overconfident,

he who steps rashly,

carries regret into the abyss.