It Is Said That Gifts Persuade Even

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

Those Who Look For Filth, Can Find It At The Height Of Noon.

Some Men Never Find Prosperity, For All Their Voyaging, While Others Find It With No Voyaging.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

You Women Are All The Same, If Bed's All Right, You Think Everything Else Can Go To The Wind. But If There's Any Infringement Of Your Bed-rights, Then Fair Is Foul And All Hell's Let Loose.