Money Never Made Any Man Rich, But

I Have No Urns, No Dusty Monuments; No Broken Images Of Ancestors, Wanting An Ear, Or Nose; No Forged Tales Of Long Descents, To Boast False Honors From.

Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.

To Struggle When Hope Is Banished! To Live When Life's Salt Is Gone! To Dwell In A Dream That's Vanished- To Endure, And Go Calmly On!

Peace Is Never More Than One Thought Away.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.