You Are A Fool In Four Letters,

How Strange It Is To See With How Much Passion People See Things Only In Their Own Fashion!

All Right-minded People Adore It; And Anyone Who Is Able To Live Without It Is Unworthy To Draw Breathe

Without Knowledge, Life Is No More Than The Shadow Of Death

Betrayed And Wronged In Everything, I’ll Flee This Bitter World Where Vice Is King, And Seek Some Spot Unpeopled And Apart Where I’ll Be Free To Have An Honest Heart. - Molière, The Misanthrope

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.