Let Mortal Man Keep To His Own

Happy Is It To Place A Daughter; Yet It Pains A Father's Heart When He Delivers To Another's House A Child, The Object Of His Tender Care.

The Fiercest Anger Of All, The Most Incurable, Is That Which Rages In The Place Of Dearest Love.

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

Nothing's As Good As Holding On To Safety.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.