Love's All In All To Women.

O Virtue, I Have Followed You Through Life, And Find You At Last But A Shade.

Vengeance Comes Not Slowly Either Upon You Or Any Other Wicked Man, But Steals Silently And Imperceptibly, Placing Its Foot On The Bad.

Judge A Tree From Its Fruit, Not From Its Leaves.

Blood Streams In Sacrifice; Yet Anguish Finds No Cure.

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.