What is god, what is not god, what is between man and god, who shall say?
Of all things upon earth that bleed and grow, a herb most bruised is woman.
The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.
Men make their choice: one man honors one God, and one another.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.