The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.

Oh, It Is Easy For The One Who Stands Outside The Prison-wall Of Pain To Exhort And Teach The One Who Suffers.

But I Will Place This Carefully Fed Pig Within The Crackling Oven; And, I Pray, What Nicer Dish Can E'er Be Given To Man.