The Short Bloom Of Our Brief And

For Women's Tears Are But The Sweat Of Eyes.

The Thirst For Fame Is Much Greater Than That For Virtue; For Who Would Embrace Virtue Itself If You Take Away Its Rewards? [lat., Tanto Major Famae Sitis Est Quam Virtutis: Quis Enim Virtutem Amplectitur Ipsam Praemia Se Tollas.]

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

Tears Ready To Do Duty At A Minute's Notice.

Who Is To Guard The Guards Themselves?