You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson

If You Pour Oil And Vinegar Into The Same Vessel, You Would Call Them Not Friends But Opponents.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

Every Ruler Is Harsh Whose Laws Is New.

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.

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