The New-come Stepmother Hates The Children Born

This Is Sweet To See Your Foe, Perish And Pay To Justice All He Owes.

I Have Found Power In The Mysteries Of Thought.

Poverty Possesses This Disease; Through Want It Teaches A Man Evil.

They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness In Tears.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.