Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.

Success! To Thee, As To A God, Men Bend The Knee.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.