And Let A Scholar All

Blood, Though It Sleep A Time, Yet Never Dies. The Gods On Murtherers Fix Revengeful Eyes.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

Be Free All Worthy Spirits, And Stretch Yourselves, For Greatness And For Height.

We Inherit Nothing Truly, But What Our Actions Make Us Worthy Of.