Short Is The Joy That Guilty Pleasure

There Is Something In The Pang Of Change More Than The Heart Can Bear, Unhappiness Remembering Happiness.

There Seems To Be Some Pleasure For Women In Sick Talk Of One Another.

Of Mortals There Is No One Who Is Happy. If Wealth Flows In Upon One, One May Be Perhaps Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.

I Envy That Man Who Passes Through Life Safely, To The World And Fame Unknown.

That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons Many Men To Their Undoing.