No One Who Lives In Error Is

There Is No Benefit In The Gifts Of A Bad Man.

For The Weariest Road That Man May Wend Is Forth Fromn The Home Of His Father.

Lady, The Sun's Light To Our Eyes Is Dear, And Fair The Tranquil Reaches Of The Sea, And Flowery Earth In May, And Bounding Waters; And So Right Many Fair Things I Might Praise; Yet Nothing Is So Radiant And So Fair As For Souls Childless, With Desire Sore-smitten, To See The Light Of Babes About The House.

It Was My Tongue That Swore; My Heart Is Unsworn.

When The Anger Of The Gods Is Incurred, Wealth Or Power Only Bring More Devastating Punishment.