For Women's Tears Are But

To Have Slaved So Many Years For Nothing!

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

When Your Armour Is On, It Is Too Late To Retreat.

Do Not Pluck The Beard Of A Dead Lion. [lat., Noli Barbam Vellere Mortuo Leoni.]

Luxury Is More Deadly Than Any Foe.