He That Wants Money, Means,

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore, So Do Our Minutes Hasten To Their End; Each Changing Place With That Which Goes Before, In Sequent Toil All Forwards Do Contend.

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.