The Face, Not The Woman Is The

Every Fault Of The Mind Becomes More Conspicuous And More Guilty In Proportion To The Rank Of The Offender

Of What Use Are Pedigrees, Or To Be Thought Of Noble Blood, Or The Display Of Family Portraits, O Ponticus?

Let Him Love None And Be By None Beloved!

The Traveller With Empty Pockets Will Sing In The Thief 's Face.

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.