God Always Strives Together With Those Who

Be It Mine To Draw From Wisdom's Fount, Pure As It Flows, That Calm Of Soul Which Virtue Only Knows.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom Comes At The Price Of Suffering.

I Would Rather Be Ignorant Than Knowledgeable Of Evils.