An undying hatred, and a wound never to be healed.
Many suffer from the incurable disease of writing, and it becomes chronic in their sick minds.
Remote though your farm may be, It's something to be the lord of one green lizard-and free.
There is never a lawsuit but a woman is at the bottom of it.
Avarice increases with the increasing pile of gold.
Refrain from doing ill; for one all powerful reason, lest our children should copy our misdeeds; we are all too prone to imitate whatever is base and depraved.