That Some Have Never Dreamed Is As

(death Is) A Leap Into The Dark.

To Be Nameless In Worthy Deeds Exceeds An Infamous History.

A Little Water Makes A Sea, A Small Puff Of Wind A Tempest.

To Me Avarice Seems Not So Much A Vice As A Deplorable Piece Of Madness.

Content May Dwell In All Stations. To Be Low But Above Contempt May Be High Enough To Be Happy.