It's Not Beauty But Fine Qualities, My

Love Distills Desire Upon The Eyes, Love Brings Bewitching Grace Into The Heart.

Neither Earth Nor Ocean Produces A Creature As Savage And Monstrous As Woman.

Waste No Tears Over The Griefs Of Yesterday.

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.