't Was Good Advice, And

Hence, In These Times, Untouch'd The Pages Lie, And Slumber Out Their Immortality.

This, Books Can Do-nor This Alone; They Give New Views To Life, And Teach Us How To Live; They Soothe The Grieved, The Stubborn They Chastise; Fools They Admonish, And Confirm The Wise. Their Aid They Yield To All: They Never Shun The Man Of Sorrow, Nor The Wretch Undone; Unlike The Hard, The Selfish, And The Proud, They Fly Not Sullen From The Suppliant Crowd; Nor Tell To Various People Various Things, But Show To Subjects, What They Show To Kings.

With Awe, Around These Silent Walks I Tread; These Are The Lasting Mansions Of The Dead.

The Game Is Never Lost Till Won.

Life's Bloomy Flush Was Lost.