He Who Can Properly Summarize

Where There Are Two, One Cannot Be Wretched, And One Not.

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.

The Wisest Men Follow Their Own Direction.