The Gods Visit The Sins Of The

Among Mortals Second Thoughts Are Wisest.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

Happiness Is Brief. It Will Not Stay. God Batters At Its Sails.

The Stillest Tongue Can Be The Truest Friend.

Do We, Holding That The Gods Exist, Deceive Ourselves With Insubstantial Dreams And Lies, While Random Careless Chance And Change Alone Control The World?