The Strong Desires Of Man's

As All Things Eternal And Primordial Reappear, So All Things Mortal Return To The Earth. Honor, Old Age, Probity, Justice, Constance, Virtue, And Gentleness Are All Gathered Into The Cold Tomb.

The Worldly Wisdom Of The Foolish Man Is Like A Sieve, That Does Alone Retain The Grosser Substance Of The Worthless Bran: But Thou, My Soul, Let Thy Brave Thoughts Disdain So Coarse A Purchase: O Be Thou A Fan To Purge The Chaff, And Keep The Winnow'd Grain: Make Clean Thy Thoughts, And Dress Thy Mixt Desires: Thou Art Heav'n's Tasker, And Thy God Requires The Purest Of Thy Flow'r, As Well As Of Thy Fires.

Whose Gold Is Double With A Careful Hand, His Cares Are Double.

Before Thou Reprehend Another, Take Heed Thou Art Not Culpable In What Thou Goest About To Reprehend. He That Cleanses A Blot With Blotted Fingers Makes A Greater Blur.

We Sack, We Ransack To The Utmost Sands Of Native Kingdoms, And Of Foreign Lands: We Travel Sea And Soil; We Pry, And Prowl, We Progress, And We Prog From Pole To Pole.