Fear Is Stronger Than Arms.

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?

The Cure Is In The House, Not Brought By Other Hands From Distant Places, But By Its Own, In Agony And Blood.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.