Obedience Is The Mother Of Success And

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.

Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.