Oh, trebly blest the placid lot of those whose hearth foundations are in pure love laid, where husband's breast with tempered ardor glows, and wife, oft mother, is in heart a maid!

An ally need not own the land he helps.

It is better that we live ever so Miserably than die in glory.

Your worst enemy Becomes your best friend, once he's underground.

Those who look for filth, can find it at the height of noon.

Only one in command: that's the way in the home And the way in the state when it must find Measures best for mankind.

Never say that marriage has more of joy than pain.