For Somehow This Is Tyranny's

In War The First Casualty Is The Truth.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother, Wedded To Salvation, They Say.