Money Never Made Any Man Rich, But

A Thankful Man Owes A Courtesy Ever; The Unthankful But When He Needs It.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

He Who Is Taught Only By Himself Has A Fool For A Master.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

Though I Am Young, And Cannot Tell Either What Death Or Love Is Well, Yet I Have Heard They Both Bear Darts, And Both Do Aim At Human Hearts. And Then Again, I Have Been Told Love Wounds With Heat, As Death With Cold; So That I Fear They Do But Bring Extremes To Touch, And Mean One Thing. As In A Ruin We It Call One Thing To Be Blown Up, Or Fall; Or To Our End Like Way May Have By A Flash Of Lightning, Or A Wave; So Love’s Inflamèd Shaft Or Brand May Kill As Soon As Death’s Cold Hand; Except Love’s Fires The Virtue Have To Fight The Frost Out Of The Grave.