The Act Of God Injures No One.

Revenge Is Always The Weak Pleasure Of A Little And Narrow Mind.

Let The Straight-limbed Laugh At The Club-footed, The White Skinned At The Blackamoor.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.

This Is My Wish, This Is My Command, My Pleasure Is My Reason