For By The Will Of The Gods

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom Comes At The Price Of Suffering.

If A Man Should Wanton Walk With Crime ... He Shall Find In Death No Great Deliverance.

Beyond Age, Leaf Withered, Man Goes Three Footed No Stronger Than A Child Is, A Dream That Falters In Daylight.

Time Brings All Things To Pass.