I, For One, Know Of No Sweeter

Have Patience, Heart.

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

Of Men Who Have A Sense Of Honor, More Come Through Alive Than Are Slain, But From Those Who Flee Comes Neither Glory Nor Any Help.

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.

We Mortals Hear Only The News, And Know Nothing At All.