The Man Who Glories In His Luck

Who Knoweth If To Die Be But To Live, And That Called Life By Mortals Be But Death?

The Little Done Doth Vanish To The Mind Which Forward Sees How Much Remains To Do.

The Divine Power Moves With Difficulty, But At The Same Time Surely.

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

Arm Yourself, My Heart: The Thing That You Must Do Is Fearful, Yet Inevitable.