So That My Life Be Brave, What

Sleep, Silence's Child, Sweet Father Of Soft Rest, Prince Whose Approach Peace To All Mortals Brings Indifferent Host To Shepherds And Kings Sole Comforter To Minds With Grief Oppressed.

So That My Life Be Brave, What Though Not Long?

What Sweet Delight A Quiet Life Affords.

Books Have That Strange Quality, That Being Of The Frailest And Tenderest Matter, They Outlast Brass, Iron And Marble.

Put A Bridle On Thy Tongue; Set A Guard Before Thy Lips, Lest The Words Of Thine Own Mouth Destroy Thy Peace... On Much Speaking Cometh Repentance, But In Silence Is Safety.