Man Has Not A Greater Enemy Than

Gold, Silver, Jewels, Purple Garments, Houses Built Of Marble, Groomed Estates, Pious Paintings, Caparisoned Steeds, And Other Things Of This Kind Offer A Mutable And Superficial Pleasure; Books Give Delight To The Very Marrow Of One's Bones. They Speak To Us, Consult With Us, And Join With Us In A Living And Intense Intimacy.

For Death Betimes Is Comfort, Not Dismay, And Who Can Rightly Die Needs No Delay.

For Virtue Only Finds Eternal Fame.

Often On Earth The Gentlest Heart Is Fain To Feed And Banquet On Another's Woe.

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.