Enough Is Abundance To The Wise.

Evil Men By Their Own Nature Cannot Ever Prosper.

We Know The Good, We Apprehend It Clearly; But We Can't Bring It To Achievement.

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.

Do We, Holding That The Gods Exist, Deceive Ourselves With Insubstantial Dreams And Lies, While Random Careless Chance And Change Alone Control The World?

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.