For Know That No One Is Free,

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

Justice Turns The Scale, Bringing To Some Learning Through Suffering.

By Time And Age Full Many Things Are Taught.

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.

Once To Die Is Better Than Length Of Days In Sorrow Without End.