I'm A White Male, Age 18 To

And Woe Succeeds Woe.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

Better To Flee From Death Than Feel Its Grip.