God Planteth In Mortal Men The Cause

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

Do Not Kick Against The Pricks.

Misfortune Wandering The Same Track Lights Now Upon One And Now Upon Another.

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.