No god is absent where prudence dwells.
Be gentle with the young.
Writing in the incurable itch that possesses many.
The dowry, not the wife, is the object of attraction.
For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.
An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.