Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

Overly Persuasive A Woman's Ordinance Spreads Far, Traveling Fast; But Fast Dying A Rumor Voiced By A Woman Perishes.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.