Beware The Toils Of War ... The

Is He Not Sacred, Even To The Gods, The Wandering Man Who Comes In Weariness?

Forgetful Youth! But Know, The Power Above With Ease Can Save Each Object Of His Love; Wide As His Will Extends His Boundless Grace.

Too Many Kings Can Ruin An Army

Evil Deeds Do Not Prosper; The Slow Man Catches Up With The Swift.

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.