Few Have Greater Riches Than The Joy

Misery Is The End Of Those With Unbridled Mouths.

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

Mobs In Their Emotions Are Much Like Children, Subject To The Same Tantrums And Fits Of Fury.

The Man Who Knows When Not To Act Is Wise. To My Mind Bravery If Forethought.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.