There Seems To Be Some Pleasure For

No One Can Confidently Say That He Will Still Be Living Tomorrow.

None Wise Dares Hopeless Venture.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.

Evil Men By Their Own Nature Cannot Ever Prosper.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.