The Man Who Is Deserving

The Willow Which Bends To The Tempest Often Escapes Better Than The Oak Which Resists It.

Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.

Welcome As The Flowers In May.

The Paths Of Virtue, Though Seldom Those Of Worldly Greatness, Are Always Those Of Pleasantness And Peace.

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.