By Hook Or By Crook This Peril

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.

There Is Satiety In All Things, In Sleep, And Love-making, In The Loveliness Of Singing And The Innocent Dance.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death