Spare Your Breath To Cool Your Porridge.

All Sorrows Are Less With Bread.

Everyone Is As God Has Made Him, And Oftentimes A Great Deal Worse.

Once A Woman Parts With Her Virtue, She Loses The Esteem Even Of The Man Whose Vows And Tears Won Her To Abandon It.

All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is Bread.

Inasmuch As Ill-deeds Spring Up As A Spontaneous Crop, They Are Easy To Learn.