And Fools Who Came To

Blest That Abode, Where Want And Pain Repair, And Every Stranger Finds A Ready Chair.

O Luxury! Thou Curst By Heaven's Decree!

Thou Source Of All My Bliss And All My Woe, That Found'st Me Poor At First, And Keep'st Me So.

Pity, Though It May Often Relieve, Is But, At Best, A Short-lived Passion, And Seldom Affords Distress More Than Transitory Assistance; With Some It Scarce Lasts From The First Impulse Till The Hand Can Be Put Into The Pocket.

Success Consists Of Getting Up Just One More Time Than You Fall.