There Is A Limit To The Best

Still To The Sufferer Comes, As Due From God, A Glory That To Suffering Owes Its Birth.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

But I Must Bear My Destiny As Best I Can, Knowing Well That There Is No Resisting The Strength Of Necessity.

Beyond Age, Leaf Withered, Man Goes Three Footed No Stronger Than A Child Is, A Dream That Falters In Daylight.

For The Impious Act Begets More After It, Like To The Parent Stock.