Go, Grieving Rimes Of Mine, To That

Gold, Silver, Jewels, Purple Garments, Houses Built Of Marble, Groomed Estates, Pious Paintings, Caparisoned Steeds, And Other Things Of This Kind Offer A Mutable And Superficial Pleasure; Books Give Delight To The Very Marrow Of One's Bones. They Speak To Us, Consult With Us, And Join With Us In A Living And Intense Intimacy.

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

A Short Cut To Riches Is To Subtract From Our Desires.

Great Errors Seldom Originate But With Men Of Great Minds.