I Am Not Proud, But

Joy To Hearts Which Have Suffered Long Is Like The Dew On The Ground After A Long Drought; Both The Heart And The Ground Absorb That Beneficent Moisture Falling On Them, And Nothing Is Outwardly Apparant.

So Heavy Is The Chain Of Wedlock That It Needs Two To Carry It, And Sometimes Three.

My Son, Be Worthy Of Your Noble Name, Worthily Borne By Your Ancestors For Over Five Hundred Years. Remember It’s By Courage, And Courage Alone, That A Nobleman Makes His Way Nowadays. Don’t Be Afraid Of Opportunities, And Seek Out Adventures. My Son, All I Have To Give You Is Fifteen Ecus, My Horse, And The Advice You’ve Just Heard. Make The Most Of These Gifts, And Have A Long, Happy Life.

The Wretched And Miserable Should Turn To Their Saviour First, Yet They Do Not Hope In Him Until All Other Hope Is Exhausted.

Those Born To Wealth, And Who Have The Means Of Gratifying Every Wish, Know Not What Is The Real Happiness Of Life, Just As Those Who Have Been Tossed On The Stormy Waters Of The Ocean On A Few Frail Planks Can Alone Realize The Blessings Of Fair Weather.