Time, Waxing Old, Doth All Things Purify.

From Him [death] Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

For Mortal Kind Taketh Thought Only For The Day, And Hath No More Surety Than The Shadow Of Smoke.

Many Among Men Are They Who Set High The Show Of Honor, Yet Break Justice.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain