If There Are None [gods], All Our

Lucky That Man Whose Children Make His Happiness In Life And Not His Grief, The Anguished Disappointment Of His Hopes.

To The Ignorant, Even The Words Of Wise Seem Foolishness.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

I Sacrifice To No God Save Myself - And To My Belly, Greatest Of Deities.

All Men Know Their Children Mean More Than Life.