For neither man nor angel can discern hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone.

Of four infernal rivers that disgorge/ Into the burning Lake their baleful streams;/Abhorred Styx the flood of deadly hate,/Sad Acheron of sorrow, black and deep;/Cocytus, nam'd of lamentation loud/ Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon/ Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage./ Far off from these a slow and silent stream,/ Lethe the River of Oblivion rolls/ Her wat'ry Labyrinth whereof who drinks,/ Forthwith his former state and being forgets,/ Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.

They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy.

Hail holy light, offspring of heav'n firstborn!

Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.

Now I see Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste.

I will not allow my daughters to learn foreign languages because one tongue is sufficient for a woman.