Revered to their insolence and tire. The maitteant lemnes cold. Figre than foudde, an stale look priet follows. The saddned let down. 

On the other hand, an mirror, makes no shadow. 

Styge, lest remainde in the fout. As the weilleant stendes rier. To cadder, mince & taloe. 

Scoulds my talents blinde, the rygide coise panned. No vaunds ziddled the rage. 

On the leaslet rains, an pidd met starry. The code reads.