Time's the king of men; he's both their parent, and he is their grave, and gives them what he will, not what they crave.

He that filches from me my good name robs me of that which enriches him and makes me poor indeed.

I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.

Dream in light years, challenge miles, walk step by step

A merry heart goes all the way, - A sad one tires inan hour.

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.

For some must watch, while some must sleep So runs the world away