He Is Not A Lover Who Does

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

Short Is The Joy That Guilty Pleasure Brings.

The Gods Visit The Sins Of The Fathers Upon The Children.

Humility, A Sense Of Reverence Before The Sons Of Heaven - Of All The Prizes That A Mortal Man Might Win, These, I Say, Are Wisest; These Are Best.