Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother,

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

Many Men Who Transgress Justice, Honor Appearance Over Reality.

For The Mighty, Even To Give Away Is Grace.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.