All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is

Her Father Guarded Her, And She Guarded Herself; For There Are No Padlocks, Bolts, Or Bars, That Secure A Maiden Better Than Her Own Reserve.

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.

My Memory Is So Bad That Many Times I Forget My Own Name.

Riches Are Able To Solder Up Abundance Of Flaws.

In Short, Virtue Cannot Live Where Envy Reigns, Nor Liberality Subsist With Niggardliness.