The New-come Stepmother Hates The Children Born

It Is A Strange Form Of Anger, Difficult To Cure, When Two Friends Turn Upon Each Other In Hatred.

To A Father Waxing Old, Nothing Is Dearer Than A Daughter; Sons Have Spirits Of A Higher Pitch, But Less Inclined To Endearing Fondness.

Whoso Neglects Learning In His Youth, Loses The Past And Is Dead For The Future.

For With Slight Efforts How Should We Obtain Great Results? It Is Foolish Even To Desire It.

Luckier Than One's Neighbor, But Still Not Happy.