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Reproach Is Infinite, And Knows No End So Voluble A Weapon Is The Tongue; Wounded, We Wound; And Neither Side Can Fail For Every Man Has Equal Strength To Rail.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing, There Are Plenty Of Words There Of Every Kind.

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

Words Empty As The Wind Are Best Left Unsaid.

Few Sons Are Like Their Fathers - Many Are Worse, Few Better.