Let Ignorance Talk As It

But A Rascal Of A Child (that Age Is Without Pity). [fr., Mais Un Pripon D'enfant (cet Age Est Sans Pitie).

Love Cries Victory When The Tears Of A Woman Become The Sole Defence Of Her Virtue.

Sadness Flies Away On The Wings Of Time.

It Is No Use Running; To Set Out Betimes Is The Main Point.

There's Nothing Sweeter Than A Real Friend: Not Only Is He Prompt To Lend— An Angler Delicate, He Fishes The Very Deepest Of Your Wishes, And Spares Your Modesty The Task His Friendly Aid To Ask. A Dream, A Shadow, Wakes His Fear, When Pointing At The Object Dear.