All Heiresses Are Beautiful.

Tis Fate That Flings The Dice, And As She Flings Of Kings Makes Peasants, And Of Peasants Kings.

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

Could Swell The Soul To Rage, Or Kindle Soft Desire.

Go Miser Go, For Money Sell Your Soul. Trade Wares For Wares And Trudge From Pole To Pole, So Others May Say When You Are Dead And Gone. See What A Vast Estate He Left His Son.