There Is No Harbor Of Peace From

Wrath Brings Mortal Men Their Gravest Hurt.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).

I Think It Makes Small Difference To The Dead, If They Are Buried In The Tokens Of Luxury. All That Is An Empty Glorification Left For Those Who Live.

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

Mankind Led On By Gods Err All Too Easily.