Light-enchanted Sunflower, Thou Who Gazest Ever True

Grief Has Been Compared To A Hydra; For Every One That Dies, Two Are Born.

Speak No Evil Of Women; I Tell Thee The Meanest Of Them Deserves Respect; For Of Women Do We Not All Come?

Light-enchanted Sunflower, Thou Who Gazest Ever True And Tender On The Sun's Revolving Splendour.

The Dower Of Great Beauty Has Always Been Misfortune, Since Happiness And Beauty Do Not Agree Together.

If A Pretty Woman Only Knew How Anger Improved Her Beauty! Her Complexion Needs No Other Paint Than Indignation.