A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales Already Plainly Told.

Hateful To Me As Are The Gates Of Hell, Is He Who, Hiding One Thing In His Heart, Utters Another.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

The Natural Thing, My Lord, Men And Women Joined.