Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue

Mere Elegance Of Language Can Produce At Best But An Empty Renown.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.

Gold, Silver, Jewels, Purple Garments, Houses Built Of Marble, Groomed Estates, Pious Paintings, Caparisoned Steeds, And Other Things Of This Kind Offer A Mutable And Superficial Pleasure; Books Give Delight To The Very Marrow Of One's Bones. They Speak To Us, Consult With Us, And Join With Us In A Living And Intense Intimacy.

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

Nothing Mortal Is Enduring, And There Is Nothing Sweet Which Does Not Presently End In Bitterness.