O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

Vain, Very Vain, My Weary Search To Find That Bliss Which Only Centers In The Mind.

This Same Philosophy Is A Good Horse In The Stable, But An Arrant Jade On A Journey.

That Virtue Which Requires To Be Ever Guarded Is Scarce Worth The Sentinel.

Those Who Think Must Govern Those That Toil.

A Kind And Gentle Heart He Had, To Comfort Friends And Foes; The Naked Every Day He Clad When He Put On His Clothes.