Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

Present Joys Are More To Flesh And Blood Than A Dull Prospect Of A Distant Good.

Jealousy Is The Jaundice Of The Soul.

My Heart's So Full Of Joy, That I Shall Do Some Wild Extravagance Of Love In Public; And The Foolish World, Which Knows Not Tenderness, Will Think Me Mad.

The Elephant Is Never Won By Anger; Nor Must That Man Who Would Reclaim A Lion Take Him By The Teeth.

Content With Poverty, My Soul I Arm; And Virtue, Though In Rags, Will Keep Me Warm.