Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

He Loves His Bonds Who, When The First Are Broke, Submits His Neck Into A Second Yoke.

Hell Is No Other But A Soundlesse Pit, Where No One Beame Of Comfort Peeps In It.

Know When To Speak - For Many Times It Brings Danger, To Give The Best Advice To Kings.