Devotion's Self Shall Steal A

Death, Only Death, Can Break The Lasting Chain; And Here, Ev'n Then, Shall My Cold Dust Remain

A Brave Man Thinks No One His Superior Who Does Him An Injury, For He Has It Then In His Power To Make Himself Superior To The Other By Forgiving It.

Truths Would You Teach, Or Save A Sinking Land? All Fear, None Aid You, And Few Understand.

The Vanity Of Human Life Is Like A River, Constantly Passing Away, And Yet Constantly Coming On.

A Fellow Feeling Makes Us Wondrous Kind.