What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

Soft Pity Enters An Iron Gate.

I Do Not Hate A Proud Man, As I Do Hate The Engendering Of Toads.

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

On Your Eyelids Crown The God Of Sleep, Charming Your Blood With Pleasing Heaviness, Making Such Difference 'twixt Wake And Sleep As Is The Difference Betwixt Day And Night The Hour Before The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious Thing.