May He Die With No Joy At

In Every Work A Reward Added Makes The Pleasure Twice As Great.

I Loathe A Friend Whose Gratitude Grows Old, A Friend Who Takes His Friend's Prosperity But Will Not Voyage With Him In His Grief

Necessity Is Harsh. Fate Has No Reprieve.

Wine Is A Terrible Foe, Hard To Wrestle With.

It's Folly That Women Measure Their Happiness With The Pleasures Of The Bed, But They Do. And When The Pleasure Cools Or Their Man Goes Missing, All They Once Lived For Turns Dark And Hateful.