To Be Free From Evil Thoughts Is

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

But Who Can Describe The Overweening Pride Of Men? Or Women Mad With Passion, Reckless In Their Hearts, Soulmates To Every Kind Of Ruin That Befalls Us? Wild Passion, Unrestrained, Boundless, That Overcomes The Women, Perverts The Yoke Of Wedlock For Beasts And Men Alike.

Only Through Suffering Do We Learn

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.