Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be, For Loan Oft Loses Both Itself And Friend, And Borrowing Dulls The Edge Of Husbandry.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.

Then Is It Sin To Rush Into The Secret House Of Death. Ere Death Dare Come To Us?