The Wise Man Sets Bounds Even To

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

It Is Sheer Folly When All Is Gone To Lose Even One's Passage Money.

Refrain From Doing Ill; For One All Powerful Reason, Lest Our Children Should Copy Our Misdeeds; We Are All Too Prone To Imitate Whatever Is Base And Depraved.

Let The Straight-limbed Laugh At The Club-footed, The White Skinned At The Blackamoor.

The Care Of A Large Estate Is An Unpleasant Thing.