Ares Gives His Verdict Without Witnesses.

The Moving Light, Rejoicing In Its Strength, Sped From The Pyre Of Pine, And Urged Its Way, In Golden Glory, Like Some Strange New Sun.

There's Only Few People Who Have Strength To Honor Someone's Achievement Without Envy.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.