Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

There Is Desire In Those Who Love To Hear About Their Loved Ones' Pains.

The Brash Unbridled Tongue, The Lawless Folly Of Fools, Will End In Pain. But The Life Of Wise Content Is Blest With Quietness, Escapes The Storm And Keeps Its House Secure.

What Can We Take On Trust In This Uncertain Life? Happiness, Greatness, Pride - Nothing Is Secure, Nothing Keeps.

Those Who Are Held Wise Among Men And Who Search The Reasons Of Things, Are Those Who Bring The Most Sorrow On Themselves.