Time Cleanses What It Touches Over Time.

The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand Of Hephaestus.

Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.

Every Ruler Is Harsh Whose Laws Is New.

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

Time Brings All Things To Pass.