An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never

No Other Protection Is Wanting, Provided You Are Under The Guidance Of Prudence.

Fond Man! Though All The Heroes Of Your Line Bedeck Your Halls, And Round Your Galleries Shine In Proud Display; Yet Take This Truth From Me-- Virtue Alone Is True Nobility!

Revenge Is Sweeter Than Life Itself. So Think Fools.

Drooping Along The Ground The Vine Misses Its Widowed Elm.

The Same Dish Cooked Over And Over Again Wears Out The Irksome Life Of The Teacher.