And Not A Man Appears To Tell

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

The Lord Gives And The Lord Takes Away, As It Pleases Him, For He Can Do All Things.

Each Man Delights In The Work That Suits Him Best.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.

Long Exercised In Woes.