This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow's crown of sorrows is remembering happier things.

The robber and the cautious traveller alike are girded with the
sword; the one uses it as a means read more

The robber and the cautious traveller alike are girded with the
sword; the one uses it as a means of attack, the other as a means
of defence.

But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.

But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.

He that hath not the craft, let him shut up shop.

He that hath not the craft, let him shut up shop.

I have raised for myself a monument more durable than brass.

I have raised for myself a monument more durable than brass.

O how full of briars is this working-day world.

O how full of briars is this working-day world.

When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

When yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

Poverty is the mother of health.

Poverty is the mother of health.

Desiring things widely different for their various tastes.

Desiring things widely different for their various tastes.