Once You Go Vatican, You

It Behooves A Father To Be Blameless If He Expects His Child To Be.

Two Urns On Jove's High Throne Have Ever Stood, The Source Of Evil One, And One Of Good; From Thence The Cup Of Mortal Man He Fills, Blessings To These, To Those Distributes Ills; To Most He Mingles Both.

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

Beyond His Strength No Man Can Fight, Although He Be Eager.

And What He Greatly Thought, He Nobly Dared.