For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

By Suffering Comes Wisdom.

Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering.

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.

Truly Upon Mortals Cometh Swift Of Foot Their Evil And His Offence Upon Him That Trespasseth Against Right.