A Gloomy Guest Fits Not A Wedding

Song Forbids Victorious Deeds To Die.

There Are Evil Spirits Who Suddenly Fix Their Abode In Man's Unguarded Breast, Causing Us To Commit Devilish Deeds, And Then, Hurrying Back To Their Native Hell, Leave Behind The Stings Of Remorse In The Poisoned Bosom.

In Love, Jealousy Is The Great Exaggerator.

Rigor Pushed Too Far Is Sure To Miss Its Aim, However Good, As The Bow Snaps That Is Bent Too Stiffly.

O Jealousy! Thou Magnifier Of Trifles.