One Bush, They Say, Can Never Hide

Evil Events From Evil Causes Spring, And What You Suffer Flows From What You've Done.

There Is No Beast, No Rush Of Fire, Like Woman So Untamed. She Calmly Goes Her Way Where Even Panthers Would Be Shamed.

There Is No Honest Man! Not One, That Can Resist The Attraction Of Gold!

By Words The Mind Is Winged.

Ye Children Of Man! Whose Life Is A Span, Protracted With Sorrow From Day To Day, Naked And Featherless, Feeble And Querulous, Sickly, Calamitous Creatures Of Clay!