High Honors Are Sweet To A Man's

Neither Earth Nor Ocean Produces A Creature As Savage And Monstrous As Woman.

No One Who Lives In Error Is Free.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.

My Hands Are Clean, But My Heart Has Somewhat Of Impurity.

Who Then Will Dare To Say I'm Weak Or Timid? No, They'll Say I'm Loyal As A Friend, Ruthless As A Foe, So Much Like A Hero Destined For Glory.