Other Vices Make Their Own Way; This

To Fear Death Is The Way To Live Long; To Lie Afraid Of Death Is To Be Long A Dying.

Some Only Break Their Fast, And So Away: Others Stay To Dinner, And Depart Full Fed: The Deepest Age But Sups, And Goes To Bed: He's Most In Debt That Lingers Out The Day: Who Dies Betime, Has Less, And Less To Pay.

Anger May Repast With Thee For An Hour, But Not Repose For A Night; The Continuance Of Anger Is Hatred, The Continuance Of Hatred Turns Malice.

Even Such Is Man, Whose Glory Lendshis Life A Blaze Or Two, And Ends.

The World's An Inn; And I Her Guest.