Woman Is Sacred; The Woman One Loves

On What Slender Threads Do Life And Fortune Hang.

He's Right: They Have To Put Madmen With Madmen.

You Who Weep For Pleasures Fled, While Dragging On A Life Of Care, All Your Woes Will Melt In Air, If To God Your Tears Are Shed, You Who Weap!

I Am Not Proud, But I Am Happy; And Happiness Blinds, I Think, More Than Pride.

I Do Not Often Laugh, Sir, As You May Perceive By The Air Of My Countenance; But Nevertheless, I Retain The Privilege Of Laughing When I Please.