His Words, Like So Many Nimble And

Death Grinn'd Horrible A Ghastly Smile, To Hear His Famine Should Be Fill'd.

If At Great Things Thou Would'st Arrive, Get Riches First, Get Wealth, And Treasure Heap, Not Difficult, If Thou Hearken To Me; Riches Are Mine, Fortune Is In My Hand, They Whom I Favor Thrive In Wealth Amain, While Virtue, Valor, Wisdom, Sit In Want.

Awake, Arise Or Be For Ever Fall’n.

Where No Hope Is Left, Is Left No Fear.

To Hear The Lark Begin His Flight, And Singing Startle The Dull Night, From His Watch-tower In The Skies, Till The Dappled Dawn Doth Rise.