Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs

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

They Who Prosper Take On Airs Of Vanity.

Simple Is The Speech Of Truth.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

Base Men Who Prosper Are Unenviable.