Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face,

Look At A Gown Of Gold, And You Will At Least Get A Sleeve Of It.

Sleep In Peace, And Wake In Joy.

Well, Then--our Course Is Chosen--spread The Sail-- Heave Oft The Lead, And Mark The Soundings Well-- Look To The Helm, Good Master--many A Shoal Marks This Stern Coast, And Rocks, Where Sits The Siren Who, Like Ambition, Lures Men To Their Ruin.

He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence, But No Share Of Man's Falsehood.

The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.