Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

Joy Steals Upon Me, Such Joy As Calls Forth Tears.

God Is Not Averse To Deceit In A Holy Cause.

Ares Ever Loves To Pluck All The Fairest Flower Of An Armed Host.

He Hears But Half Who Hears One Party Only.