Truth Indeed Rather Alleviates Than

Soul Of Fibre And Heart Of Oak.

But My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering; And I Did Like The Countryman, Who Looked For His Ass While He Was Mounted On His Back.

Love Is Invisible And Comes And Goes Where It Wants, Without Anyone Asking About It.

All Kinds Of Beauty Do Not Inspire Love; There Is A Kind Which Only Pleases The Sight, But Does Not Captivate The Affections.

A Person Dishonored Is Worst Than Dead.