In The Truly Great, Virtue Governs With

Hope Itself Is A Pain, While It Is Overmatched By Fear.

Nature Never Set Forth The Earth In So Rich Tapestry As Divers Poets Have Done; Neither With Pleasant Rivers, Fruitful Trees, Sweet-smelling Flowers, Nor Whatsoever Else May Make The Too-much-loved Earth More Lovely; Her World Is Brazen, The Poets Only Deliver A Golden.

He Travels Safe And Not Unpleasantly Who Is Guarded By Poverty And Guided By Love.

No Is No Negative In A Woman's Mouth.

Whoever Gossips To You Will Gossip About You.