Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson

Whoever Is Just Willingly And Without Compulsion Will Not Lack Happiness; He Will Never Be Utterly Destroyed.

The Man Who Boldly Transgresses, Amassing A Great Heap Unjustly--by Force, In Time, He Will Strike His Sail, When Trouble Seizes Him As The Yardarm Is Splintered. He Calls On Those Who Hear Nothing And He Struggles In The Midst Of The Whirling Waters. The God Laughs At The Hot-headed Man, Seeing Him, Who Boasted That This Would Never Happen, Exhausted By Distress Without Remedy And Unable To Surmount The Cresting Wave. He Wrecks The Happiness Of His Earlier Life On The Reef Of Justice, And He Perishes Unwept, Unseen.

Learning Is Ever In The Freshness Of Its Youth, Even For The Old.

The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

You'll See All Other Mortal Sinners, The Ones Who Flout The Honor Owed To Gods Or Guests, Or Loving Parents--you'll See Them Get The Justice They Deserve. For Hades Holds Men Mightily To A Strict Accounting Down Below The Earth; He Sees All Things, Inscribes Them Within The Book Of His Remembering.