No Trust Is To Be Placed In

All My Life I've Been An Obese Man Trapped Inside A Fat Man's Body.

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

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

O Friends, Be Men, And Let Your Hearts Be Strong And Let No Warrior In The Heat Of Fight, Do What May Bring Him Shame In Others' Eyes