Arm Yourself, My Heart: The Thing That

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.

Wine Enlivens The Human Soul.

To Have Found You Is A Dear Happiness; And To Be Apollo's Son Is Beyond All My Hopes; But There Is Something I Want To Say To You Alone. Come; This Is A Private Matter Between Us Two - Anything You Tell Me Shall Be As Secret As The Grave.

Friends Show Their Love In Times Of Trouble, Not In Happiness.

I Would Prefer As Friend A Good Man Ignorant Than One More Clever Who Is Evil Too.