The great fault of these elegiasts is, that they are in despair for griefs that give the sensible part of mankind very little pain

And remember when Lokmân said unto his son, as he admonished him, Oh my son, give not a partner unto GOD; for polytheism is a great impiety.

Swear […] to keep the oath that we administer.

He's getting too flaquito, nena, all scrawny like Marc Anthony with his manorexia chiseling up his face.