Stronger Than Lover's Love Is Lover's Hate.

Woman Is Woman's Natural Ally.

'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My Soul That Swore.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.

If God Is Truly God, He Is Perfect, Lacking Nothing.

May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.