Words Are The Parents Of A Causeless

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

The Man Who Does Ill, Ill Must Suffer Too.

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

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