For By The Will Of The Gods

For In The Voyage Of The Heart, There Is A Freight Of Hatred, And The Wind Of Wrath Blows Shrill.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

There Is No Pain So Great As The Memory Of Joy In Present Grief.

To Learn Is To Be Young, However Old.