Youth Holds No Society With Grief.

Life Is A Short Affair; We Should Try To Make It Smooth, And Free From Strife.

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.

To The Ignorant, Even The Words Of Wise Seem Foolishness.

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

It's Not Beauty But Fine Qualities, My Girl, That Keep A Husband.