My Dancing Days Are Past.

Be Wise; Soar Not Too High To Fall; But Stoop To Rise.

I Have Play'd The Fool, The Gross Fool, To Believe The Bosom Of A Friend Will Hold A Secret Mine Own Could Not Contain.

To Doubt Is Worse Than To Have Lost; And To Despair Is But To Antedate Those Miseries That Must Fall On Us.

Patience, The Beggar's Virtue, Shall Find No Harbor Here.

The Good Needs Fear No Law, It Is His Safety And The Bad Man's Awe.