For Yesterday Was Once To-morrow.

And Don't Consult Anyone's Opinions But Your Own.

Learn Whom God Has Ordered You To Be, And In What Part Of Human Affairs You Have Been Placed.

Lives There The Man With Soul So Dead As To Disown The Wish To Merit The People's Applause, And Having Uttered Words Worthy To Be Kept In Cedar Oil To Latest Times, To Leave Behind Him Rhymes That Dread Neither Herrings Nor Frankincense.

Live According To Your Income.

Each Man Has His Fancy.