We Must Believe In The

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

Often A Noble Face Hides Filthy Ways.

In Life, The Worst Disasters Come From Passion.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.