The Gods At Will Can Shape A

Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser Than The Wise.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

When A Tongue Fails To Send Forth Appropriate Shafts, There Might Be A Word To Act As Healer Of These.

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.