Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

Yet Though A Man Gets Many Wounds In Breast, He Dieth Not, Unless The Appointed Time, The Limit Of His Life's Span, Coincide; Nor Does The Man Who By The Hearth At Home Sits Still, Escape The Doom That Fate Decrees.

Fear Is Stronger Than Arms.