God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak

The Gods At Will Can Shape A Gladder Strain, And From The Lamentations At The Graveside, A Song Of Triumph May Arise.

For By The Will Of The Gods Fate Hath Held Sway Since Ancient Days.

For Not Many Men, The Proverb Saith, Can Love A Friend Whom Fortune Prospereth Unenvying.

Let There Be Wealth Without Tears; Enough For The Wise Man Who Will Ask No Further.

The Saying Goes That The Gods Leave A Town Once It Is Captured.