Hell Itself Must Yield To Industry.

It Is The Highest Of Earthly Honors To Be Descended From The Great And Good. They Alone Cry Out Against A Noble Ancestry Who Have None Of Their Own.

Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

That I Might Live Alone Once With My Gold! O, 'tis A Sweet Companion! Kind And True: A Man May Trust It When His Father Cheats Him, Brother, Or Friend, Or Wife. O Wondrous Pelf! That Which Makes All Men False, Is True Itself.