More than is best for man. Be man’s what mustKeep harm off, so that in himself he findSufficiency — the well-endowed of mind!For there’s no bulwark in man’s wealth to himWho, through a surfeit, kicks — into the dimAnd disappearing — Right’s great altar. Yes —It urges him, the sad persuasiveness,Até’s insufferable child that schemesTreason beforehand: and all cure is vain.It is not hidden: out it glares again,A light dread-lamping-mischief, just as gleamsThe badness of the bronze;Through rubbing, puttings to the touch,Black-clotted is he, judged at once.He seeks — the boy — a flying bird to clutch,The insufferable brandSetting upon the city of his landWhereof not any god hears prayer;While him who brought about such evils there,