Sweet Bird That Shunn'st The Nose Of

If At Great Things Thou Would'st Arrive, Get Riches First, Get Wealth, And Treasure Heap, Not Difficult, If Thou Hearken To Me; Riches Are Mine, Fortune Is In My Hand, They Whom I Favor Thrive In Wealth Amain, While Virtue, Valor, Wisdom, Sit In Want.

Death Grinn'd Horrible A Ghastly Smile, To Hear His Famine Should Be Fill'd.

The Great Creator From His Work Returned Magnificent, His Six Days' Work, A World.

Wealth And Honours, Which Most Men Pursue, Easily Change Masters; They Desert To The Side Which Excels In Virtue, Industry, And Endurance Of Toil, And They Abandon The Slothful.

The Sacred Influence Of Light Appears.