A People's Wrath Voiced Abroad Bringeth Grave

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

Wiles And Deceit Are Female Qualities.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

The Best By Far Is To Marry In One's Own Rank.

For Not Many Men, The Proverb Saith, Can Love A Friend Whom Fortune Prospereth Unenvying.