Those Who Look For Filth, Can Find

You Women Are All The Same, If Bed's All Right, You Think Everything Else Can Go To The Wind. But If There's Any Infringement Of Your Bed-rights, Then Fair Is Foul And All Hell's Let Loose.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

There Is No Harbor Of Peace From The Changing Waves Of Joy And Despair.

Numbers Are A Fearful Thing.

If One Must Do A Wrong, It's Best To Do It Pursuing Power-otherwise, Let's Have Virtue.