For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him

In The Sinews Of The Dead There Is No Blood.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

I Willingly Speak To Those Who Know, But For Those Who Do Not Know I Forget.

For The Marriage Bed Ordained By Fate For Men And Women Is Stronger Than An Oath And Guarded By Justice.

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.