The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman,

When Strength Is Yoked With Justice, Where Is A Mightier Pair Than They?

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

Time Brings All Things To Pass.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.