Children Are Sweet As The Buds In

Love's All In All To Women.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

Death Is What Men Want When The Anguish Of Living Is More Than They Can Bear.

Happy The Man Who From The Sea Escapes The Storm And Finds Harbor.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.