For Your Ignorance Is The Mother Of

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

Faith Is To Believe What You Do Not Yet See: The Reward For This Faith Is To See What You Believe. Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.

Nature Meant Me A Wife, A Silly, Harmless, Household Dove, Fond Without Art, And Kind Without Deceit.

A Brave Man Scorns To Quarrel Once A Day; Like Hectors In At Every Petty Fray.