Lay Ye Down The Golden Chain From

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.

It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales Already Plainly Told.

Be Still My Heart; Thou Hast Known Worse Than This.

So It Is That The Gods Do Not Give All Men Gifts Of Grace - Neither Good Looks Nor Intelligence Nor Eloquence.

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor