The Stars Never Lie, But The Astrologers

Dreams Are Sent By God.

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.

No Man Or Woman Born, Coward Or Brave, Can Shun His Destiny.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.