Pleasantest Of All Ties Is

Overly Persuasive A Woman's Ordinance Spreads Far, Traveling Fast; But Fast Dying A Rumor Voiced By A Woman Perishes.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.