A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever

A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.

The Unenvied Man Is Not Enviable.

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.