Blessings On Him, Who Invented Sleep.

To Be Good To The Vile Is To Throw Water Into The Sea.

It Is Impossible For Good Or Evil To Last Forever; And Hence It Follows That The Evil Having Lasted So Long, The Good Must Be Now Nigh At Hand.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

Every One In His Own House And God In All Of Them.