Mankind Led On By Gods

To The Worker, God Himself Lends Aid.

They Who Are Sad Find Somehow Sweetness In Tears.

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

Children Are Sweet As The Buds In Spring, But I've Noticed That Those Who Have Them Have Nothing But Trouble All Their Lives.

An Ally Need Not Own The Land He Helps.