The Guilty Are Alarmed And

Refrain From Doing Ill; For One All Powerful Reason, Lest Our Children Should Copy Our Misdeeds; We Are All Too Prone To Imitate Whatever Is Base And Depraved.

The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its Best Flavour Temperance Gives To Joy.

Rarely They Rise By Virtue's Aid Who Lie Plunged In The Depth Of Helpless Poverty.

All Wish To Be Learned, But No One Is Willing To Pay The Price.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.