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Obedience Is The Mother Of Success And Is Wedded To Safety.

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?

Even The Old Should Learn.

On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The God Looks Favorably From Afar.

Making It A Valid Law To Learn By Suffering.