English

Full grievous burden is a prosperous fool.

“All have their chance:” good proverb for the rich.

Thou see'st a vengeance voiceless and unseen
For one who sleeps or walks or sits at ease:
It takes its course obliquely, here to-day,
And there to-morrow. Nor does night conceal
Men's deeds of ill, but whatsoe'er thou dost,
Think that some God beholds it.

The man who does ill, ill must suffer too.

And if thou wish to benefit the dead,
'Tis all as one as if thou injured'st them,
And they nor sorrow nor delight can feel:
Yet higher than we are is Nemesis,
And Justice taketh vengeance for the dead.

To many mortals silence great gain brings.

The words of Truth are ever simplest found.

Oh thou! whose daring hand would pluck the name,
Inscrib'd on truth's fair monument of fame;
And deck with flow'rs a gay illusive form
Who seeks her dwelling oft in winter's storm,
And loves the mountain heath, and dreary wild,
Beyond the fairest scene where art has smil'd,
Ah what avails the garden bright and gay
Which tempts the trav'ller to desert his way!—
Though roses bloom, and leaves of em'rald green
And gems with radiance deck the varied scene,
And eloquence in fancy's plain may rove

Before myself I tremble, all my members quake,
When lips and nose I mark, and both the hollow caves
Of my eyes blind with waking, sorrow-laden waves
Of painful wrath, my eyelids scarce in life awake.

My tongue, black with the fever brand, doth halt and shake
And stammer,—what I know not; tired my spirit raves
Towards the great Consoler; with the reek of graves
My flesh stinks, and the doctors go, and pain comes back…

My corpse is nothing more than veins and skin and bone;
To dare sit up is death, 'tis torment to be prone;

Wealth, wealth, wealth, wealth! with iron bars to defend it,
And seventeen hundred thousand ways to spend it!
How men will work, in home and foreign lands,
To get a lot of money in their hands;
How they will bar and bolt, by night and day,
To keep some one from stealing it away;
Then, when a fresh bait strikes their fancy's eye,
How easy 'tis to make them let it fly!
Lock up your cash in places howe'er strong,
You lose it when the right thief comes along.
There are some families that I could name,