There Is In The Worst Of Fortune

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

Doth Some One Say That There Be Gods Above? There Are Not; No, There Are Not. Let No Fool, Led By The Old False Fable, Thus Deceive You. Look At The Facts Themselves, Yielding My Words, No Undue Credence: For I Say That Kings Kill, Rob, Break Oaths, Lay Cities Waste By Fraud, And Doing Thus Are Happier Than Those, Who Live Calm Pious Lives Day After Day. All Divinity Is Built-up From Our Good And Evil Luck.

This Is What It Means To Be A Slave; To Be Abused And Bear It; Compelled By Violence To Suffer Wrong.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).

Fortune Truly Helps Those Who Are Of Good Judgment.