Do Ye Not Comprehend That We Are

... Nessun Maggior Dolore Che Ricordarsi Del Tempo Felice Nella Miseria. (there Is No Greater Pain Than To Remember A Happy Time When One Is In Misery.)

Thou Shall Know By Experience How Salt The Savor Is Of Others' Bread, And How Sad A Path It Is To Climb And Descend Another's Stairs.

O Mortal Men, Be Wary Of How Ye Judge.

I Wept Not — So To Stone I Grew Within.

From A Small Spark, Great Flame Has Risen.