The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.

Hold It The Greatest Sin To Prefer Existence To Honour, And For The Sake Of Life To Lose The Reasons For Living.

The Sweetest Pleasures Soonest Cloy, And Its Best Flavour Temperance Gives To Joy.

When Talent Fails, Indignation Writes The Verse.

One Has No Protecting Power Save Prudence. [lat., Nullum Numen Habes Si Sit Prudentia.]

It Is Sheer Folly When All Is Gone To Lose Even One's Passage Money.