Men Hate The Haughty Of Heart Who

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.

When A Good Man Is Hurt, All Who Would Be Called Good Must Suffer With Him.

The Man Who Glories In His Luck May Be Overthrown By Destiny.

Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

The Fiercest Anger Of All, The Most Incurable, Is That Which Rages In The Place Of Dearest Love.