Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water

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

To Be Fortunate Is God, And More Than God To Mortals.

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

Search Well And Be Wise, Nor Believe That Self-willed Pride Will Ever Be Better Than Good Counsel.

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.