Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those

Of All The Gods Only Death Does Not Desire Gifts.

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

Base Men Who Prosper Are Unenviable.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.

Even The Old Should Learn.