The Moor Has Done His Work, The

Happy He Who Learns To Bear What He Cannot Change.

In The Ardor Of Pursuit Men Soon Forget The Goal From Which They Start.

While The Womanly God Demands Our Veneration, The Godlike Woman Kindles Our Love; But While We Allow Ourselves To Melt In The Celestial Loveliness, The Celestial Self-sufficiency Holds Us Back In Awe.

Revenge Is Barren Of Itself: It Is The Dreadful Food It Feeds On; Its Delight Is Murder, And Its End Is Despair.

Joy All Creatures Drink At Nature's Bosoms.