A Sad, Wise Valor Is The Brave

Words Are Women, Deeds Are Men.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Honour And Profit Lie Not In One Sacke. [honour And Profit Lie Not In One Sack.]

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

If I Have Enough For Myself And Family, I Am Steward Only For Myself; If I Have More, I Am But A Steward Of That Abundance For Others.