It Would Not Be Better If Men

The Childless Escape Much Misery.

Slow But Sure Moves The Might Of The Gods.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.

God Gives Each His Due At The Time Allotted.

O Lady, Nobility Is Thine, And Thy Form Is The Reflection Of Thy Nature!