It Is Always In Season For Old

To Many Mortals Silence Great Gain Brings.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.

Old Men Are Always Young Enough To Learn With Profit.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.