The Strong Desires Of Man's

Heav'n Is Not Always Got By Running.

Even Such Is Man, Whose Glory Lendshis Life A Blaze Or Two, And Ends.

Luxury Is An Enticing Pleasure, A Bastard Mirth, Which Hath Honey In Her Mouth, Gall In Her Heart, And A Sting In Her Tail.

A Lamb Appears A Lion, And We Fear Each Bush We See's A Bear.

Money Is Both The Generation And Corruption Of Purchased Honor; Honor Is Both The Child And Slave Of Potent Money: The Credit Which Honor Hath Lost, Money Hath Found. When Honor Grew Mercenary, Money Grew Honorable. The Way To Be Truly Noble Is To Contemn Both.