God Gives Each His Due At The

The Man Whom Heaven Helps Has Friends Enough.

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!

Friends Show Their Love In Times Of Trouble, Not In Happiness.

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief