We Men Are Wretched Things.

Come Then, Put Away Your Sword In Its Sheath, And Let Us Two Go Up Into My Bed So That, Lying Together In The Bed Of Love, We May Then Have Faith And Trust In Each Other.

For Love Deceives The Best Of Woman Kind.

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

Nothing Shall I, While Sane, Compare With A Friend.