Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven

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

Ah How Shameless – The Way These Mortals Blame The Gods. From Us Alone They Say Come All Their Miseries Yes But They Themselves With Their Own Reckless Ways Compound Their Pains Beyond Their Proper Share.

Oh, Everything Looks Bad If You Remember It.

The Hearts Of Great Men Can Be Changed.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.