Every Ruler Is Harsh Whose Laws Is

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.

There Are Times When Fear Is Good. It Must Keep Its Watchful Place At The Heart's Controls.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

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