The Field Of Doom Bears Death As

The Man Who Does Ill, Ill Must Suffer Too.

Success Is Man's God.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

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.

For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.