When Two Souls Compose A Single Song,

Wrath Brings Mortal Men Their Gravest Hurt.

All Is Change; All Yields Its Place And Goes.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.

Pay Special Attention To Their Agony So I Might Take Some Pleasure.

Terrible Is The Force Of The Waves Of Sea, Terrible Is The Rush Of The River And The Blasts Of Hot Fire, And Terrible Are A Thousand Other Things; But None Is Such A Terrible Evil As Woman.