Good Fortune Is A God

For Know That No One Is Free, Except Zeus.

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

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

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.