Cowards Are Cruel, But The Brave Love

From Kings To Cobblers 'tis The Same; Bad Servants Wound Their Masters' Fame.

My Lodging Is On The Cold Ground, And Hard, Very Hard, Is My Fare, But That Which Grieves Me More Is The Coldness Of My Dear.

Youth's The Season Made For Joys, Love Is Then Our Duty.

The Luxury Of Doing Good Surpasses Every Other Personal Enjoyment.

Envy Is A Kind Of Praise.