Against Necessity, Against Its Strength, No One

Overly Persuasive A Woman's Ordinance Spreads Far, Traveling Fast; But Fast Dying A Rumor Voiced By A Woman Perishes.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

Death Hath A Fairer Fame Than A Life Of Toil.

Courage! Suffering, When It Climbs Highest, Lasts Not Long.