Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.

Words Are The Parents Of A Causeless Wrath.

May Dawn, As The Proverb Goes, Bring Happy Tidings Coming From Her Mother Night.

We Shall Perish By Guile Just As We Slew.

Whenever A Man Makes Haste, God Too Hastens With Him.