Short Is The Joy That Guilty Pleasure

Love's All In All To Women.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).

Those Who Have Not, And Live In Want, Are A Menace, Ridden With Envy And Fooled By Demagogues.

In Adverse Hours The Friendship Of The Good Shines Most; Each Prosperous Day Commands Its Friends.