Who Casts To Write A Living Line,

Silence In Woman Is Like Speech In Man.

Our Whole Life Is Like A Play.

The Day For Whose Returns, And Many, All These Pray; And So Do I.

To The Old, Long Life And Treasure; To The Young, All Health And Pleasure.

If You Succeed Not, Cast Not Away The Quills Yet, Nor Scratch The Wainscot, Beat Not The Poor Desk, But Bring All To The Forge And File Again; Turn It New.