When A Good Man Is Hurt, All

There Is No Worse Evil Than A Bad Woman; And Nothing Has Ever Been Produced Better Than A Good One.

Blood Streams In Sacrifice; Yet Anguish Finds No Cure.

There Is No Harbor Of Peace From The Changing Waves Of Joy And Despair.

Everyone Asks If A Man Is Rich, No One If He Is Good.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.