When You Are At Rome,

The Virtuous Woman Must Be Treated Like A Relic - Adored, But Not Handled; She Should Be Guarded And Prized, Like A Fine Flower-garden, The Beauty And Fragrance Of Which The Owner Allows Others To Enjoy Only At A Distance, And Through Iron Walls.

Thou Camest Out Of Thy Mother's Belly Without Government, Thou Hast Liv'd Hitherto Without Government, And Thou Mayst Be Carried To Thy Long Home Without Government, When It Shall Please The Lord. How Many People In This World Live Without Government, Yet Do Well Enough, And Are Well Look'd Upon?

It Is Good To Live And Learn.

Other Men's Pains Are Easily Borne.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.