Majestic Mighty Wealth Is The Holiest Of

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

Refrain From Doing Ill; For One All Powerful Reason, Lest Our Children Should Copy Our Misdeeds; We Are All Too Prone To Imitate Whatever Is Base And Depraved.

All Arts His Own, The Hungry Greekling Counts; And Bid Him Mount The Skies, The Skies He Mounts.

Yes, Know Thyself: In Great Concerns Or Small, Be This Thy Care, For This, My Friend, Is All.

The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest Part.