Travelers With Naught Sing In

Only Death Reveals What A Nothing The Body Of Man Is.

The Arrows Are From Her Dowry.

For Whoever Meditates A Crime Is Guilty Of The Deed.

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

Generally, Common Sense Is Rare In The (higher) Rank.