I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

You Women Are All The Same, If Bed's All Right, You Think Everything Else Can Go To The Wind. But If There's Any Infringement Of Your Bed-rights, Then Fair Is Foul And All Hell's Let Loose.

A Coward Turns Away, But A Brave Man's Choice Is Danger.

It Is A Good Thing To Be Rich And Strong, But It Is A Better Thing To Be Loved.