Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

He Hears But Half Who Hears One Party Only.

God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak Falsehood, But He Brings To Pass Every Word.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.