All Habits Gather By Unseen Degrees.

An Ugly Woman In A Rich Habit Set Out With Jewels Nothing Can Become.

He Who Would Pry Behind The Scenes Oft Sees A Counterfeit.

She Feared No Danger, For She Knew No Sin.

But How Can Finite Grasp Infinity?

It Is A Madness To Make Fortune The Mistress Of Events, Because In Herself She Is Nothing, Can Rule Nothing, But Is Ruled By Prudence.