Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser

Who Apart From The Gods Is Without Pain For His Whole Lifetime's Length?

Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The God Looks Favorably From Afar.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.