Fair Words Never Hurt The Tongue.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring, As If A Man Were Taken Quick To Heaven.

Fair Words Never Hurt The Tongue.

Who To Himself Is Law No Law Doth Need; Offends None And Is King Indeed.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.