Now We Suffer The Evils Of A

Yes, Know Thyself: In Great Concerns Or Small, Be This Thy Care, For This, My Friend, Is All.

From The Disease Of One The Whole Flock Perishes.

Every Great House Is Full Of Haughty Servants.

A Rare Bird On This Earth, Like Nothing So Much As A Black Swan.

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.