We First Make Our Habits,

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

Restless At Home, And Ever Prone To Range.

Set All Things In Their Own Peculiar Place, And Know That Order Is The Greatest Grace.

Few Know The Use Of Life Before 'tis Past.