A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak Falsehood, But He Brings To Pass Every Word.

Necessity Is Stronger Far Than Art.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

There Is No Sickness Worse For Me Than Words That To Be Kind Must Lie.