Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.

Death Is Easier Than A Wretched Life; And Better Never To Have Born Than To Live And Fare Badly.

The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty Wins Our Worship.