No Man Looks With Love On Deeds

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

God Planteth In Mortal Men The Cause Of Sin Whensoever He Wills Utterly To Destroy A House.

Out Of Respect, A Man Must Veil His Words When Talking With A Woman, But With A Man He Can Frankly Say Whatever's On His Mind.