Whoever Gossips To You Will Gossip About

My Thoughts, Imprisoned In My Secret Woes, With Flamy Breaths Do Issue Oft In Sound.

Hope Itself Is A Pain, While It Is Overmatched By Fear.

If You Neglect Your Work, You Will Dislike It; If You Do It Well, You Will Enjoy It

Solitude, The Sly Enemy That Doth Separate A Man From Well-doing.

Plato Found Fault That The Poets Of His Time Filled The World With Wrong Opinions Of The Gods, Making Light Tales Of That Unspotted Essence, And Therefore Would Not Have The Youth Depraved With Such Opinions.