The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.

Let My Heart Be Wise. It Is The Gods' Best Gift.

The God Knows When To Smile.

May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.

Let No One Think Of Me That I Am Humble Or Weak Or Passive; Let Them Understand I Am Of A Different Kind: Dangerous To My Enemies, Loyal To My Friends. To Such A Life Glory Belongs.