Call No Man Happy Till He Is

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.

Against Necessity, Against Its Strength, No One Can Fight And Win.

Once To Die Is Better Than Length Of Days In Sorrow Without End.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.

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.