Words Are Healers Of The Sick Tempered.

The People's Awe And Innate Fear Will Hold Injustice Back By Day, By Night, So Long As The People Leave The Laws Intact, Just As They Are: Muddy The Cleanest Spring, And All You'll Have To Drink Is Muddy Water.

It Is Easy When We Are In Prosperity To Give Advice To The Afflicted.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

When A Man Dies, Flesh Is Frayed And Broken In The Fire, But Not His Will.

For Not Many Men, The Proverb Saith, Can Love A Friend Whom Fortune Prospereth Unenvying.