Writing In The Incurable Itch That Possesses

When Did Reason Ever Direct Our Desires Or Our Fears?

One Man Meets An Infamous Punishment For That Crime Which Confers A Diadem On Others.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.

Men Who Only Live To Eat.

An Undying Hatred, And A Wound Never To Be Healed.