The Brazen Throat Of War.

And, Re-assembling Our Afflicted Powers, Consult How We May Henceforth Most Offend.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap, Or Be With Ease Gathered, Not Harshly Plucked, For Death Mature: This Is Old Age; But Then Thou Must Outlive Thy Youth, Thy Strength, Thy Beauty, Which Will Change To Withered Weak And Grey.

Sufficient To Have Stood, Though Free To Fall.

Evil On Itself Shall Back Recoil.

There Is Nothing That Making Men Rich And Strong But That Which They Carry Inside Of Them. True Wealth Is Of The Heart, Not Of The Hand.