Know Not To Revere Human Things Too

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The Fairest Flower Of An Armed Host.

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.