Bronze Is The Mirror Of Form, Wine

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

God Always Strives Together With Those Who Strive.

It Is Like A Woman Indeed To Take Rapture Before The Fact Is Shown For True. They Believe Too Easily, Are Too Quick To Shift From Ground To Ground; And Swift Indeed The Rumor Voiced By A Woman Dies Again.

For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him Who Suffers Grief?

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.