A Child Is Not A Vase To

Bottle, Whose Mysterious Deep Do's Ten Thousand Secrets Keep, With Attentive Ear I Wait; Ease My Mind, And Speak My Fate.

I Place No Hope In My Strength, Nor In My Works: But All My Confidence Is In God My Protector, Who Never Abandons Those Who Have Put All Their Hope And Thought In Him.

It Is The Custom On Africa To Always Produce New And Monstrous Things. [fr., Afrique Est Coustumiere Toujours Choses Produire Nouvelles Et Monstrueuses.]

Petite Ville, Grand Renom. Small Town, Great Renown.

Against Fortune The Carter Cracks His Whip In Vain. [fr., Centre Fortune, La Diverse Un Chartier Rompit Nazardes Son Fouet.]