The Tongue Is The Vile Slave's Vilest

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

Give Them Bread And Circuses And They Will Never Revolt

Many Individuals Have, Like Uncut Diamonds, Shining Qualities Beneath A Rough Exterior.

It Is A Wretched Thing To Rest Upon The Fame Of Others, Lest, The Supporting Pillar Being Removed, The Superstructure Should Collapse In Ruin.

A Hairy Body, And Arms Stiff With Bristles, Give Promise Of A Manly Soul.