No One Who Lives In Error Is

It Is Said That Gifts Persuade Even The Gods.

Sweet Is The Remembrance Of Troubles When You Are In Safety.

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.

Everyone Asks If A Man Is Rich, No One If He Is Good.

Delusive Hope Still Points To Distant Good.