No Man Looks With Love On Deeds

For There Below Ground Sits The Dark God, Strong To Call Men To Judgment; He Sees All, And Writes It In His Memory.

Old Men, What Are They? Fast Fading The Leaf, Three-footed They Walk, Yet Frail As A Child, As A Dream Set Afloat In The Daylight.

You Shall Learn, Though Late, The Lesson Of How To Be Discreet.

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

Remember To Be Submissive, Thou Art Analien, A Fugitive, And In Need.