The Will Of Man Is

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

To Be Man's Tender Mate Was Woman Born, And In Obeying Nature She Best Serves The Purposes Of Heaven.

If Yon Wish To Be Like The Gods On Earth, To Be Free In The Realms Of The Dead, Pluck Not The Fruit From The Garden! In Appearance It May Glisten To The Eye; But The Perishable Pleasure Of Possession Quickly Avenges The Curse Of Curiosity.

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.

The Dictates Of The Heart Are The Voice Of Fate.