Be content with what thou hast received, and smooth thy frowning forehead.
In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abi-deth in the hard bone.
Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.
Young lad,may you be an old man,listen to my advice. Love does not put much stock on wisdom: deny it if you desire to caress the tresses of the beloved.
Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.
I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.
Don't be surprised at Fortune's turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.
