Should The Poor Be Flattered? No; Let

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.

Now The Good Gods Forbid That Our Renowned Rome, Whose Gratitude Towards Her Deserved Children Is Enrolled In Jove's Own Book, Like An Unnatural Dam Should Now Eat Up Her Own!

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

Beauty Lives With Kindness.