Shame Greatly Hurts Or Greatly

She Threw Into The Wine Which They Were Drinking A Drug Which Takes Away Grief And Passion And Brings Forgetfulness Of All Ills

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End.

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.