By Hook Or By Crook This Peril

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

The Man Who Acts The Least, Upbraids The Most.

And His Good Wife Will Tear Her Cheeks In Grief, His Sons Are Orphans And He, Soaking The Soil Red With His Own Blood, He Rots Away Himself-more Birds Than Women Flocking Round His Body!

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.