These Words Are Razors To My Wounded

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

As You Are Old And Reverend, You Should Be Wise.

The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And Peevish Vows. They Are Polluted Off'rings, More Abhorred! Than Spotted Livers In The Sacrifice.

The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream.