A man is known to be mortal by two things, Sleep and Lust.

A man is known to be mortal by two things, Sleep and Lust.

He that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
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He that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.

He won't, won't he? Then bring me my boots.

Only by the candle, held in the skeleton hand of Poverty, can man
read his own dark heart.

Only by the candle, held in the skeleton hand of Poverty, can man
read his own dark heart.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.

O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.

But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.

But when to mischief mortals bend their will,
How soon they find fit instruments of ill.

I strive to mould circumstances to myself, not myself to
circumstances.

I strive to mould circumstances to myself, not myself to
circumstances.

Is it not sheer madness to live poor to die rich?

Is it not sheer madness to live poor to die rich?

No man ever properly calculates from time to time what it is his
duty to avoid.

No man ever properly calculates from time to time what it is his
duty to avoid.