Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

Love Must Not Touch The Marrow Of The Soul. Our Affections Must Be Breakable Chains That We Can Cast Them Off Or Tighten Them.

Events Will Take Their Course, It Is No Good Of Being Angry At Them; He Is Happiest Who Wisely Turns Them To The Best Account.