Curb your talent lest it speed where virtue does not guide.

Will cannot be quenched against its will.

Before me things created were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.

Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.

Here let dead poetry rise once more to life.

Lying in a featherbed will bring you no fame, nor staying beneath the quilt, and he who uses up his life without achieving fame leaves no more vestige of himself on Earth than smoke in the air or foam upon the water.

If anyone should want to know my name, I am called Leah. And I spend all my time weaving garlands of flowers with my fair hands, t o please me when I stand before the mirror; my sister Rachel sits all the day long before her own, and never moves away. She loves to contemplate her lovely eyes; I love to use my hands to adorn myself: her joy is in reflection, mine in act.