We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

Out Of Respect, A Man Must Veil His Words When Talking With A Woman, But With A Man He Can Frankly Say Whatever's On His Mind.