For There Is No Defense

There Is A Time When Fear Is Good And Ought To Remain Seated As A Guardian Of The Heart.

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

Every Ruler Is Harsh Whose Laws Is New.

Misfortune Wandering The Same Track Lights Now Upon One And Now Upon Another.

The Field Of Doom Bears Death As Its Harvest.