There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A

It Is Not Right To Exult Over Slain Men.

There Is Nothing More Dread And More Shameless Than A Woman Who Plans Such Deeds In Her Heart As The Foul Deed Which She Plotted When She Contrived Her Husband's Murder.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.

There Is Nothing Nobler Or More Admirable Than When Two People Who See Eye To Eye Keep House As Man And Wife, Confounding Their Enemies And Delighting Their Friends.

Not Two Strong Men The Enormous Weight Could Raise,- Such Men As Live In These Degenerate Days.