Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.

Bid Me To Live, And I Will Live Thy Protestant To Be: Or Bid Me Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee, A Heart As Soft, A Heart As Kind, A Heart As Sound And Free As In The Whole World Thou Canst Find, That Heart I'll Give To Thee.

If Little Labour, Little Are Our Gains: Man's Fortunes Are According To His Pains.

Outdid The Meat, Outdid The Frolic Wine.

The Body Is The Soul's Poor House Or Home, Whose Ribs The Laths Are And Whose Flesh The Loam.

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.