It Is Not Vain Glory For A

Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My Talk!

We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.

Rich Honesty Dwells Like A Miser, Sir, In A Poor House; As Your Pearl In Your Foul Oyster.

Before, I Loved Thee As A Brother, John, But Now, I Do Respect Thee As My Soul.

To Sue To Live, I Find I Seek To Die; And, Seeking Death, Find Life: Let It Come On.