Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight,

Thou Wilt Lament Hereafter, When The Evil Shall Be Done And Shall Admit No Cure.

The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are Not To Be Cast Aside.

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.

By Their Own Follies They Perished, The Fools.

Behold, On Wrong Swift Vengeance Waits; And Art Subdues The Strong.