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 only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!
If they think I'm going to stop at that stop sign, they're mistaken!
And they die an equal death — the idler and the man of mighty deeds.
In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.