Virtues Go Ever In Troops; They Go

Those Who Give Not Till They Die Show That They Would Not Then If They Could Keep It Any Longer.

There Is Many A Rich Stone Laid Up In The Bowels Of The Earth, Many A Fair Pearl Laid Up In The Bosom Of The Sea, That Never Was Seen, Nor Never Shall Be.

Sorrows, Because They Are Lingering Guests, I Will Entertain But Moderately, Knowing That The More They Are Made Of The Longer They Will Continue: And For Pleasures, Because They Stay Not, And Do But Call To Drink At My Door, I Will Use Them As Passengers With Slight Respect. He Is His Own Best Friend That Makes The Least Of Both Of Them.

What I Have Done Is Worthy Of Nothing But Silence And Forgetfulness, But What God Has Done For Me Is Worthy Of Everlasting And Thankful Memory.

For Whom He Means To Make An Often Guest, One Dish Shall Serve; And Welcome Make The Rest.