It Is Easy When We

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

No Bribes. Nothing That Passes Under The Roof Of A Temple Or Under The Roof Of The Mouth, Can Appease Heaven's Anger Or Deflect Its Aim.

In The Lack Of Judgment Great Harm Arises, But One Vote Cast Can Set Right A House.

Watchful Are The Gods Of All Hands With Slaughter Stained. The Black Furies Wait, And When A Man Has Grown By Luck, Not Justice, Great, With Sudden Overturn Of Chance They Wear Him To A Shade, And, Cast Down To Perdition, Who Shall Save Him?