Talk Sense To A Fool And He

Where There Are Two, One Cannot Be Wretched, And One Not.

Time Will Discover Everything To Posterity; It Is A Babbler, And Speaks Even When No Question Is Put.

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.

The Ways Of The Gods Are Long, But In The End They Are Not Without Strength.