Every Ruler Is Harsh Whose

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

God Lends A Helping Hand To The Man Who Tries Hard.

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

Wiles And Deceit Are Female Qualities.

Married Love Between Man And Woman Is Bigger Than Oaths Guarded By Right Of Nature.