Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of

Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is Kind.

Arrogance Is Truly The Child Of Impiety, But From Health Of Soul Comes Happiness, Dear To All, Much Prayed For.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

Whoever Is New To Power Is Always Harsh.

Black Smoke, The Flickering Sister Of Fire.