What passions cannot music raise or quell?
Honor is but an empty bubble.
Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.
And plenty makes us poor.
How can finite grasp infinity.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.