Honesty Is Praised And Left In The

Trust Not To Outward Show. [lat., Fronti Nulla Fides.]

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

No One Ever Suddenly Became Depraved.

Honesty's Praised, Then Left To Freeze.

Few Tyrants Go Down To The Infernal Regions By A Natural Death.