Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?

When A Man's Willing And Eager The God's Join In.

For A Single Path Leads To The House Of Hades.

For In Pure Maidens, Knowing Not The Marriage-bed, The Glance Of The Eyes Sinks From Shame.

Take Courage; Pain's Extremity Soon Ends.