Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want

Wisdom Cometh By Suffering.

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

I Pray The Gods Some Respite From The Weary Task Of This Long Year's Watch That Lying On The Atreidae's Roof On Bended Arm, Dog- Like, I Have Kept, Marking The Conclave Of All Night's Stars, Those Potentates Blazing In The Heavens That Bring Winter And Summer To Mortal Men, The Constellations, When They Wane, When They Rise.

God Loves To Help Him Who Strives To Help Himself.