For There Below Ground Sits

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.

Bonds And The Pangs Of Hunger Are Excellent Prophet Doctors For The Wits.