Bad Herdsmen Waste The Flocks Which Thou

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.