To Hell With Pleasure That's Haunted By

Neither Blows From Pitchfork, Nor From The Lash, Can Make Him Change His Ways. [fr., Coups De Fourches Ni D'etriveres, Ne Lui Font Changer De Manieres.]

Lynx-eyes Toward Our Equals, And Moles To Ourselves. [fr., Lynx Envers Nos Pareils, Et Taupes Envers Nous.]

In Everything We Ought To Look At The End.

Still People Are Dangerous.

He Knows The Universe And Does Not Know Himself.