Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy

Death Hath A Fairer Fame Than A Life Of Toil.

For Not Many Men, The Proverb Saith, Can Love A Friend Whom Fortune Prospereth Unenvying.

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.

Time Cleanses What It Touches Over Time.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.