In Every Work A Reward Added Makes

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

The Wife Should Yield In All Things To Her Lord

Some Wisdom You Must Learn From One Who's Wise

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.