The Worst, The Least Curable

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered; There Is, As There Should Be, A Commingling.

A Wise Fellow Who Is Also Worthless Always Charms The Rabble.

The Divine Power Moves With Difficulty, But At The Same Time Surely.

There Is No Bitterness To Be Compared With That Between Two People Who Once Loved.