A Rare Bird On This

Trust Me No Tortures Which The Poets Feign Can Match The Fierce Unutterable Pain He Feels, Who Night And Day Devoid Of Rest Carries His Own Accuser In His Breast.

Nobody Ever Became Depraved All At Once. [lat., Nemo Repente Fuit Turpissimus.]

The Grape Gains Its Purple Tinge By Looking At Another Grape. [lat., Uvaque Conspecta Livorem Ducit Ab Uva.]

Led On By Impulse, And Blind And Ungovernable Desires.

If You Are Capable Of Submitting To Insult You Ought To Be Insulted.