The Hooded Clouds, Like Friars, Tell Their

With Useless Endeavour Forever, Forever, Is Sisyphus Rolling His Stone Up The Mountain!

Fair Words Gladden So Many A Heart.

The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible By Day.

If The Mind, That Rules The Body, Ever So Far Forgets Itself As To Trample On Its Slave, The Slave Is Never Generous Enough To Forgive The Injury, But Will Rise And Smite The Oppressor.

All Your Strength In Is Your Union. All Your Danger Is In Discord. Therefore Be At Peace Henceforward, And As Brothers Live Together.