The Mob Gets Out Of Hand, Runs

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.

And Wealth Abides Not, It Is But For A Day.

It Is Wise To Withhold One's Heart And Mind From Men Who Think Themselves Superior.

Stronger Than Lover's Love Is Lover's Hate. Incurable, In Each, The Wounds They Make.

He Who Believes Needs No Explanation.