No Legacy Is So Rich As Honesty.

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.

Take Her Away; For She Hath Lived Too Long, To Fill The World With Vicious Qualities.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.

Speak, What Trade Art Thou? Why, Sir, A Carpenter. Where Is Thy Leather Apron And Thy Rule? What Does Thou With Thy Best Apparel On?

So Holy Writ In Babes Hath Judgment Shown When Judges Have Been Babes; Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources, And Great Seas Have Dried When Miracles Have By The Greatest Been Denied.