While Money Doesn't Buy Love, It Puts

Religion Hides Many Mischiefs From Suspicion.

Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell, Can Be Permanent.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

Who Hateth Me But For My Happiness? Or Who Is Honored Now But For His Wealth? Rather Had I, A Jew, Be Hated Thus, Than Pitied In A Christian Poverty.

Lone Women, Like To Empty Houses, Perish.