WISELY a woman prefers to a lover a man who neglects her.

This one may love her some day; some day the lover will not.

There are three species of creatures who, when they seem coming, are going;

When they seem going, they come: Diplomats, women, and crabs.

As the meek beasts in the Garden came flocking for Adam to name them,

Men for a title to-day crawl to the feet of a king.

What is a first love worth except to prepare for a second?

What does the second love bring? Only regret for the first.