We Fail! But Screw Your Courage To

Had I But Died An Hour Before This Chance, I Had Liv'd A Blessed Time; For, From This Instant, There's Nothing Serious In Mortality: All Is But Toys; Renown, And Grace Is Dead; The Wine Of Life Is Drawn, And The Mere Lees Is Left This Vault To Brag Of.

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.

For He Was Likely, Had He Been Put On, To Have Proved Most Royally.

That Which Ordinary Men Are Fit For, I Am Qualified In. And The Best Of Me Is Diligence.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.