We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It

As Chaste As Unsunned Snow.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More.

Give Me My Sin Again.

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.