God Exalts The Man Who

There's No Taking Trout With Dry Breeches.

Old, That's An Affront No Woman Can Well Bear.

She Wanted, With Her Fickleness, To Make My Destruction Constant; I Want, By Trying To Destroy Myself, To Satisfy Her Desire.

For If He Like A Madman Lived; At Least He Like A Wise One Died.

Truly I Was Born To Be An Example Of Misfortune, And A Target At Which The Arrows Of Adversary Are Aimed.