O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is Taken.

To Say The Truth, So Judas Kissed His Master And Cried, 'all Hail!' When As He Meant All Harm.

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.