The Leader, Mingling With The Vulgar Host,

Of All Creatures That Breathe And Move Upon The Earth, Nothing Is Bred That Is Weaker Than Man.

Do I Know What Rhetorical Means?

Thou Shalt Not Horn In On Thy Husbands Racket

Servants, When Their Lords No Longer Sway, Their Minds No More To Righteous Courses Bend.

Why So Much Grief For Me? No Man Will Hurl Me Down To Death, Against My Fate. And Fate? No One Alive Has Ever Escaped It, Neither Brave Man Nor Coward, I Tell You - It’s Born With Us The Day That We Are Born.