A Generous Heart Repairs A Slanderous Tongue.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

The Journey Is The Thing.

Strife And Confusion Joined The Fight, Along With Cruel Death, Who Seized One Wounded Man While Still Alive And Then Another Man Without A Wound, While Pulling The Feet Of One More Corpse Out From The Fight. The Clothes Death Wore Around Her Shoulders Were Dyed Red With Human Blood.

For Afterwards A Man Finds Pleasure In His Pains, When He Has Suffered Long And Wandered Long. So I Will Tell You What You Ask And Seek To Know.

Even His Griefs Are A Joy Long After To One That Remembers All That He Wrought And Endured.