Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.
Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.
For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.
This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye.
Expect poison from the standing water.
Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title!