The Power That Holds The Sky's Majesty

There Is A Limit To The Best Of Health, Disease Is Always A Near Neighbor.

Wisdom Comes Through Suffering. Trouble, With Its Memories Of Pain, Drips In Our Hearts As We Try To Sleep, So Men Against Their Will Learn To Practice Moderation. Favours Come To Us From Gods.

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

It Is An Ill Thing To Be The First To Bring News Of Ill.