. . . It Is Yours Women's

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

Making It A Valid Law To Learn By Suffering.

Don't Try To Make Intelligent Decisions When Your Brain Is Hyped

On Me The Tempest Falls. It Does Not Make Me Tremble. O Holy Mother Earth, O Air And Sun, Behold Me. I Am Wronged.

If A Man Suffers Ill, Let It Be Without Shame; For This Is The Only Profit When We Are Dead. You Will Never Say A Good Word About Deeds That Are Evil And Disgraceful.