The Nakedness Of Woman Is

If Others Had Not Been Foolish, We Should Be So.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace And Love All Pray In Their Distress, And To These Virtues Of Delight Return Their Thankfulness.

He Whose Face Gives No Light, Shall Never Become A Star.

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A Clothing For The Soul Divine. Under Every Grief And Pine Runs A Joy With Silken Twine.

The Road Of Excess Leads To The Palace Of Wisdom.