Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

But Who Can Describe The Overweening Pride Of Men? Or Women Mad With Passion, Reckless In Their Hearts, Soulmates To Every Kind Of Ruin That Befalls Us? Wild Passion, Unrestrained, Boundless, That Overcomes The Women, Perverts The Yoke Of Wedlock For Beasts And Men Alike.

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.

Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.