I write a woman's oaths in water.
The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.
The strongest iron, hardened in the fire, most often ends in scraps and shatterings.
No one longs to live more than someone growing old.
Men of ill judgment ignore the good that lies within their hands, till they have lost it.
A man who takes pleasure in speaking continuously fools himself in thinking he is not unpleasant to those around him.