Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They

No Greater Grief Than To Remember Days Of Gladness When Sorrow Is At Hand.

Even The Weak Become Strong When They Are United.

The Moor Has Done His Work, The Moor May Go.

All Things Must; Man Is The Only Creature That Wills.

Let Him That Sows The Serpent's Teeth Not Hope To Reap A Joyous Harvest. Every Crime Has, In The Moment Of Its Perpetration, Its Own Avenging Angel,--dark Misgivings At The Inmost Heart.