"Ah! the gleaming, glancing arrows of a lovely woman's eye!
Feathered with her jetty lashes, perilous they pass thee by:
Loosed at venture from the black bows of her arching brow, they part,
All too penetrant and deadly for an undefended heart."
"Beautiful the Koil seemeth for the sweetness of his song,
Beautiful the world esteemeth pious souls for patience strong;
Homely features lack not favour when true wisdom they reveal,
And a wife is fair and honoured while her heart is firm and leal."
"Friend! gracious word!—the heart to tell is ill able
Whence came to men this jewel of a syllable."
"Whoso for greater quits small gain,
Shall have his labour for his pain;
The things unwon unwon remain,
And what was won is lost again."
"Looking down on lives below them, men of little store are great;
Looking up to higher fortunes, hard to each man seems his fate."