He told me once
The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
Is when it loses faith read more

He told me once
The saddest thing that can befall the soul,
Is when it loses faith in God and woman,
For he had lost them both. Lost I those gems,
Though the world's throne stood open in my path,
I would go wandering back into my childhood,
Searching for them with tears.

Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others.

Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
The thoughts of others.

Despair of all recovery spoils longevity,
And makes men's miseries of alarming brevity.

Despair of all recovery spoils longevity,
And makes men's miseries of alarming brevity.

The open door tempts a saint.

The open door tempts a saint.

Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.

Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.

Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.

Nothing is to be presumed on, or despaired of.

The deepest rivers flow with the least sound.
[Lat., Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labuntur.]

The deepest rivers flow with the least sound.
[Lat., Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labuntur.]

Hell is paved with good intentions.

Hell is paved with good intentions.

Let him fry in his own grease.

Let him fry in his own grease.