When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed

Self-will In The Man Who Does Not Reckon Wisely Is By Itself The Weakest Of All Things.

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

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

It Is Always The Season For The Old To Learn.

When Strength Is Yoked With Justice, Where Is A Mightier Pair Than They?