Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.

Lucky That Man Whose Children Make His Happiness In Life And Not His Grief, The Anguished Disappointment Of His Hopes.

Ill-gotten Wealth Is Never Stable.

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.

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.

Silence Is True Wisdom's Best Reply.