A Sharp-tempered Woman, Or, For That Matter,

Old Men's Prayers For Death Are Lying Prayers, In Which They Abuse Old Age And Long Extent Of Life. But When Death Draws Near, Not One Is Willing To Die, And Age No Longer Is A Burden To Them.

Much Effort, Much Prosperity.

Today's Today. Tomorrow We May Be Ourselves Gone Down The Drain Of Eternity.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.

They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness In Tears.