It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
Try first thyself, and after call in God; For to the worker God himself lends aid.
What can we take on trust in this uncertain life? Happiness, greatness, pride - nothing is secure, nothing keeps.
Oftener than not the old are uncontrollable; Their tempers make them difficult to deal with.
But learn that to die is a debt we must all pay.
Power gives no purchase to the hand, it will not hold, soon perishes, and greatness goes.