Pray, For All Men Need The Aid

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

The Life, Which Others Pay, Let Us Bestow, And Give To Fame What We To Nature Owe.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

And Endless Are The Modes Of Speech, And Far Extends From Side To Side The Field Of Words.

Long Exercised In Woes.