Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till

Give Me A Staff Of Honor For Mine Age, But Not A Sceptre To Control The World.

Take All The Swift Advantage Of The Hours.

Men Must Endure Their Going Hence, Even As Their Coming Hither. Ripeness Is All.

Where Is Your Ancient Courage? You Were Used To Say Extremities Was The Trier Of Spirits; That Common Chances Common Men Could Bear; That When The Sea Was Calm All Boats Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.