The Finishing Stroke Of All Sorrow.

Writing In The Incurable Itch That Possesses Many.

Every Crime Will Bring Remorse To The Man Who Committed It

Refrain From Doing Ill; For One All Powerful Reason, Lest Our Children Should Copy Our Misdeeds; We Are All Too Prone To Imitate Whatever Is Base And Depraved.

So Much Greater Is Our Thirst For Glory Than For Virtue.

Beasts Of Like Kind Will Spare Those Of Kindred Spots.