Whoever Yields Properly To Fate, Is Deemed

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

But Learn That To Die Is A Debt We Must All Pay.

High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's Heart, But Ever They Stand Close To The Brink Of Grief.

A Coward Turns Away, But A Brave Man's Choice Is Danger.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!