'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My

I Know Indeed What Evil I Intend To Do, But Stronger Than All My Afterthoughts Is My Fury, Fury That Brings Upon Mortals The Greatest Evils.

Account No Man Happy Till He Dies.

'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My Soul That Swore.

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

We Know The Good, We Apprehend It Clearly; But We Can't Bring It To Achievement.