Whence Is Thy Learning? Hath Thy Toil

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.

Man May Escape From Rope And Gun; Nay, Some Have Outlived The Doctor's Pill: Who Takes A Woman Must Be Undone, That Basilisk Is Sure To Kill. The Fly That Sips Treacle Is Lost In The Sweets, So He That Tastes Woman, Woman, Woman, He That Tastes Woman, Ruin Meets.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

A Woman's Friendship Ever Ends In Love.

Nor Love, Not Honor, Wealth Nor Power, Can Give The Heart A Cheerful Hour When Health Is Lost. Be Timely Wise; With Health All Taste Of Pleasure Flies.