For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

And Empty Words Are Evil.

Have Patience, Heart.

Go On With A Spirit That Fears Nothing.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.