Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The Devil Tempts Not Least.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

Her Eyes The Glowworm Lend Thee, The Shooting Stars Attend Thee; And The Elves Also, Whose Little Eyes Glow Like The Sparks Of Fire, Befriend Thee.

Twixt Kings And Tyrants There's This Difference Known; Kings Seek Their Subjects' Good: Tyrants Their Own.