We Shall Perish By Guile Just As

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

The Anvil Of Justice Is Planted Firm, And Fate Who Makes The Sword Does The Forging In Advance.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

Old Age Hath Stronger Sense Of Right Than Youth.