Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays. - Friedrich Schiller

Have faith! where'er thy bark is driven,—
'The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth,—
Know this! God rules the host of heaven,
The inhabitants of earth.

To the Gods we ne'er can render
Praise for every good they grant;
Let us, with devotion tender,
Minister to grief and want.
Quenched be hate and wrath forever,
Pardoned be our mortal foe— May our tears upbraid him never,
No repentance bring him low!

Oh how can we, scarce mastering our passions, expect that youth should keep itself in check?