Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All

It Is An Ill Thing To Be The First To Bring News Of Ill.

In Few Men Is It Part Of Nature To Respect A Friend's Prosperity Without Begrudging Him.

Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

No One Can Count The Terrors That The Earth Spawns, Catastrophic, Gruesome, And The Vast Arms Of The Sea Swarm With Brute Monsters Bent On Harm, And Everywhere Between The Sky And Ground Lights Bloom By Day In Flares And Sudden Bolts; And Birds And Beasts Alike Can Tell Of The Whirlwind's Whirling Wrath.

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?