Every Hour Has Its End.

Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

Without Courage There Cannot Be Truth, And Without Truth There Can Be No Other Virtue.

Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The Grain.

Fortune May Raise Up Or Abuse The Ordinary Mortal, But The Sage And The Soldier Should Have Minds Beyond Her Control.

Mankind — The Race Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other.