Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

Remember This! No Amount Of Bacchic Reveling Can Corrupt An Honest Woman.

The Wavering Mind Is But A Base Possession.

Where There Is No Wine There Is No Love.

Good And Bad May Not Be Dissevered; There Is, As There Should Be, A Commingling.

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.