Authority Is Never Without Hate.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

And Wealth Abides Not, It Is But For A Day.

Time Will Explain It All. He Is A Talker, And Needs No Questioning Before He Speaks.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

Women's Love Is For Their Men, Not For Their Children.