Fortune, Thou Hadst No Deity,

Now We Are All Fallen, Youth From Their Fear, And Age From That Which Bred It, Good Example.

Your Highest Female Grace Is Silence.

Get Money, Still Get Money, Boy, No Matter By What Means.

Each Petty Hand Can Steer A Ship Becalm'd; But He That Will Govern And Carry Her To Her Ends, Must Know His Tides, His Currents, How To Shift His Sails; What She Will Bear In Foul, What In Fair Weathers; Where Her Springs Are, Her Leaks, And How To Stop 'em; What Strands, What Shelves, What Rocks Do Threaten Her.

How Ready Is Heaven To Those That Pray!