Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They

I Hate It In Friends When They Come Too Late To Help.

Of Mortals There Is No One Who Is Happy. If Wealth Flows In Upon One, One May Be Perhaps Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

I Know Indeed What Evil I Intend To Do, But Stronger Than All My Afterthoughts Is My Fury, Fury That Brings Upon Mortals The Greatest Evils.

Silence And Chaste Reserve Is Woman's Genuine Praise, And To Remain Quiet Within The House.