Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity

No Metal Can--no, Not The Hangman's Axe--bear Half The Keenness Of Thy Sharp Envy.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Hand Out Of Plackets, Thy Pen From Lender's Books, And Defy The Foul Fiend.