Who Love Too Much, Hate In The

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.

It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless If He Expects His Child To Be.

By Jove The Stranger And The Poor Are Sent, And What To Those We Give, To Jove Is Lent.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A Deathless Goddess-- So She Strikes Our Eyes!