Waste No Tears Over The Griefs Of

Song Brings Of Itself A Cheerfulness That Wakes The Heart Of Joy.

The Fiercest Anger Of All, The Most Incurable, Is That Which Rages In The Place Of Dearest Love.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

Neither Earth Nor Ocean Produces A Creature As Savage And Monstrous As Woman.

Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.