We All Labour Against Our

Rough Diamonds May Sometimes Be Mistaken For Worthless Pebbles.

He That Unburied Lies Wants Not His Hearse, For Unto Him A Tomb's The Universe.

If Riches Increase, Let Thy Mind Hold Pace With Them; And Think It Not Enough To Be Liberal, But Munificent.

Miserable Men Commiserate Not Themselves; Bowelless Unto Others, And Merciless Unto Their Own Bowels.

Half Our Days We Pass In The Shadow Of The Earth; And The Brother Of Death Exacteth A Third Part Of Our Lives.