Once A Woman Parts With Her Virtue,

God Who Sends The Wound Sends The Medicine.

He Is Mad Past Recovery, But Yet He Has Lucid Intervals.

All Women Are Good - Good For Nothing, Or Good For Something.

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.

Inasmuch As Ill-deeds Spring Up As A Spontaneous Crop, They Are Easy To Learn.