By Hook Or By Crook

From His Tongue Flowed Speech Sweeter Than Honey.

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

Jove Lifts The Golden Balances That Show The Fates Of Mortal Men, And Things Below.

Ruin, Eldest Daughter Of Zeus, She Blinds Us All, That Fatal Madness—she With Those Delicate Feet Of Hers, Never Touching The Earth, Gliding Over The Heads Of Men To Trap Us All. She Entangles One Man, Now Another.

Generations Of Men Are Like The Leaves. In Winter, Winds Blow Them Down To Earth, But Then, When Spring Season Comes Again, The Budding Wood Grows More. And So With Men: One Generation Grows, Another Dies Away.