There Is As Much Confusion

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!

There Is Nothing Like The Sight Of An Old Enemy Down On His Luck.

Neither Earth Nor Ocean Produces A Creature As Savage And Monstrous As Woman.

How Dark Are All The Ways Of God To Man!

The Childless Escape Much Misery.