How Poor Are They That

Thou Art A Soul In Bliss; But I Am Bound Upon A Wheel Of Fire; That Mine Own Tears Do Scald Like Molten Lead.

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth