Down On Your Knees, And Thank Heaven,

Terrible Is The Force Of The Waves Of Sea, Terrible Is The Rush Of The River And The Blasts Of Hot Fire, And Terrible Are A Thousand Other Things; But None Is Such A Terrible Evil As Woman.

Dishonor Will Not Trouble Me, Once I Am Dead.

Oftener Than Not The Old Are Uncontrollable; Their Tempers Make Them Difficult To Deal With.

To Generous Souls Every Task Is Noble.

What Anger Worse Or Slower To Abate Then Lovers Love When It Turns To Hate.