It Is A Profitable Thing, If One

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

Time Brings All Things To Pass.

Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

Once To Die Is Better Than Length Of Days In Sorrow Without End.

And Though All Streams Flow From A Single Course To Cleanse The Blood From Polluted Hand, They Hasten On Their Course In Vain.