After You Die, You Wear What You

How Friendly All Men Would Be One With Another, If No Regard Were Paid To Honour And Money! I Believe It Would Be A Remedy For Everything.

May I Not Come Before You With Empty Hands, Since We Are Rewarded According To Our Deeds.

Untilled Soil, However Fertile It May Be, Will Bear Thistles And Thorns; So It Is With Man's Mind.

It Constantly Happens That The Lord Permits A Soul To Fall So That It May Grow Humbler.

How Poor Is The Wisdom Of Men, And How Uncertain Their Forecast!