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!
The good and the wise lead quiet lives.
How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.
You will not achieve happiness if you don't work hard; and it's a shame not to want to work hard.
Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.
I care for riches, to make gifts To friends, or lead a sick man back to health With ease and plenty. Else small aid is wealth For daily gladness; once a man be done With hunger, rich and poor are all as one.