Courage! Suffering, When It Climbs Highest, Lasts

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine Of The Heart.

The Evils Of Mortals Are Manifold; Nowhere Is Trouble Of The Same Wing Seen.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

It Is The Nature Of Mortals To Kick A Fallen Man.