Money Brings Honor, Friends, Conquest, And Realms.

From His Lips/not Words Alone Pleased Her.

Or If Virtue Feeble Were, Heav'n Itself Would Stoop To Her.

Hail Universal Lord, Be Bounteous Still To Give Us Only Good; And If The Night Have Gathered Aught Of Evil Or Concealed, Disperse It, As Now Light Dispels The Dark.

The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious By Restraint.

Only This I Know, That One Celestial Father Gives To All.