And Though All Streams Flow From A

The Best By Far Is To Marry In One's Own Rank.

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

When A Match Has Equal Partners Then I Fear Not.

For The Impious Act Begets More After It, Like To The Parent Stock.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.