Time Brings All Things To

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.

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

The People's Awe And Innate Fear Will Hold Injustice Back By Day, By Night, So Long As The People Leave The Laws Intact, Just As They Are: Muddy The Cleanest Spring, And All You'll Have To Drink Is Muddy Water.

As Long As There Are Men The Bulwark Is Safe.

Death Is Easier Than A Wretched Life; And Better Never To Have Born Than To Live And Fare Badly.