There Is In The Worst Of Fortune

Venus, Thy Eternal Sway All The Race Of Men Obey. Euripides, Iphigenia In Aulis. He Is Not A Lover Who Does Not Love For Ever.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

If A Man Rejoice Not In His Drinking, He Is Mad; For In Drinking It's Possible ... To Fondle Breasts, And To Caress Well Tended Locks, And There Is Dancing Withal, And Oblivion Of Woe.

Oh, Trebly Blest The Placid Lot Of Those Whose Hearth Foundations Are In Pure Love Laid, Where Husband's Breast With Tempered Ardor Glows, And Wife, Oft Mother, Is In Heart A Maid!

Learned We May Be With Another Man's Learning: We Can Only Be Wise With Wisdom Of Our Own: [i Hate A Sage Who Is Not Wise For Himself]