The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave

Success Is Man's God.

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?

Overly Persuasive A Woman's Ordinance Spreads Far, Traveling Fast; But Fast Dying A Rumor Voiced By A Woman Perishes.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.