Pride, Envy, Avarice - These Are The

At The Midpoint On The Journey Of Life, I Found Myself In A Dark Forest, For The Clear Path Was Lost.

I Found Myself Within A Forest Dark, For The Straightfoward Pathway Had Been Lost. Ah Me! How Hard A Thing Is To Say, What Was This Forest Savage, Rough, And Stern, Which In The Very Thought Renews The Fear. So Bitter Is It, Death Is Little More.

The Truth Thy Speech Doth Show, Within My Heart Reproves The Swelling Pride.

A Backward Glance Can Often Lift The Heart.

The Well Heeded Well Heard.