I Love Truth And Wish To Have

The Fool Too Late, His Substance Eaten Up, Reckons The Cost.

Are You Not Accustomed To Look At Home, When You Abuse Others?

Disgrace Is Immortal, And Living Even When One Thinks It Dead.

The Gods Confound The Man Who First Found Out How To Distinguish Hours! Confound Him, Too, Who In This Place Set Up A Sun-dial, To Cut And Hack My Days So Wretchedly Into Small Portions.

Slander-mongers And Those Who Listen To Slander, If I Had My Way, Would All Be Strung Up, The Talkers By The Tongue, The Listeners By The Ears.