Youth Holds No Society With Grief.

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts To Friends, Or Lead A Sick Man Back To Health With Ease And Plenty. Else Small Aid Is Wealth For Daily Gladness; Once A Man Be Done With Hunger, Rich And Poor Are All As One.

Again, A Smooth Answer, Signifying Nothing.

Of All Things Upon Earth That Bleed And Grow, A Herb Most Bruised Is Woman.

Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

I Would Prefer As Friend A Good Man Ignorant Than One More Clever Who Is Evil Too.