Hate Is A Bottomless Cup; I Will

Man's Best Possession Is A Sympathetic Wife.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

A Slave Is He Who Cannot Speak His Thoughts.

No One Is Happy All His Life Long.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.