"Noble hearts are golden vases—close the bond true metals make;
Easily the smith may weld them, harder far it is to break.
Evil hearts are earthen vessels—at a touch they crack a-twain,
And what craftsman's ready cunning can unite the shards again?"
"Good men's friendships may be broken, yet abide they friends at heart;
Snap the stem of Luxmee's lotus, but its fibres will not part."
"One foot goes, and one foot stands,
When the wise man leaves his lands."
"Over-love of home were weakness; wheresoe'er the hero come,
Stalwart arm and steadfast spirit find or make for him a home.
Little recks the awless lion where his hunting jungles lie—
When he enters them be certain that a royal prey shall die."
"Very feeble folk are poor folk; money lost takes wit away:
All their doings fail like runnels, wasting through the summer day."
"Wealth is friends, home, father, brother—title to respect and fame;
Yea, and wealth is held for wisdom—that it should be so is shame."
"Home is empty to the childless; hearts to those who friends deplore:
Earth unto the idle-minded; and the three worlds to the poor."