Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let

Petitions, Not Sweetened With Gold, Are But Unsavory And Oft Refused; Or, If Received, Are Pocketed, Not Read.

One Grain Of Incense With Devotion Offer'd 's Beyond All Perfumes Of Sabaean Spices.

True Dignity Is Never Gained By Place, And Never Lost When Honors Are Withdrawn.

Death Hath A Thousand Doors To Let Out Life.

Virtue, Thou In Rags, May Challenge More Than Vice Set Off With All The Trim Of Greatness.