Drooping Along The Ground The Vine Misses

The Face, Not The Woman Is The Attraction.

The Noiseless Foot Of Tune Steals Swiftly By And Ere We Dream Of Manhood, Age Is Nigh.

No God Is Absent Where Prudence Dwells.

Whatever Is Committed From A Bad Example, Is Displeasing Even To Its Author.

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.