He Knew How To Say Many False

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.

In Saffron-colored Mantle From The Tides Of Oceans Rose The Morning To Bright Light To Gods And Men.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

How Prone To Doubt, How Cautious Are The Wise!

To Heal Divisions, To Relieve The Oppress'd, In Virtue Rich; In Blessing Others, Bless'd.