Nor Can One Word Be Chang'd But

So Peaceful Shalt Thou End Thy Blissful Days, And Steal Thyself From Life By Slow Decays.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.

It's Man's To Fight, But Heaven's To Give Success.

I Detest The Man Who Hides On Thing In The Depths Of His Heart And Speaks Forth Another.