Ah vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of fate are, How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are

The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts; but who can tell the mischief which the very virtuous do?

But Fate is stronger than all of us, and willed what has come to pass.

Which of us is happy in this world? Which of us has his desire? or, having it, is satisfied?

Though small was your allowance,You saved a little store:And those who save a littleShall get a plenty more.

'Tis strange what a man may do, and a woman yet think him an angel.