Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As

Honor Modesty More Than Your Life.

And One Who Is Just Of His Own Free Will Shall Not Lack For Happiness; And He Will Never Come To Utter Ruin.

From A Small Seed A Mighty Trunk May Grow.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

God Is Not Averse To Deceit In A Holy Cause.