With Life Many Things Are Remedied.

The Very Remembrance Of My Former Misfortune Proves A New One To Me.

The Reputation Of A Woman May Also Be Compared To A Mirror Of Crystal, Shining And Bright, But Liable To Be Sullied By Every Breath That Comes Near It.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

Comparisons Are Odious.