Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

Virtue Is Not Malicious; Wrong Done Her Is Righted Even When Men Grant They Err.

Let No Man Value At A Little Price A Virtuous Woman's Counsel; Her Winged Spirit Is Feathered Often Times With Heavenly Words, And, Like Her Beauty, Ravishing And Pure.

Danger, The Spur Of All Great Minds.