The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand

Who Holds A Power But Newly Gained Is Ever Stern Of Mood.

Take Courage; Pain's Extremity Soon Ends.

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

Art Is Far Feebler Than Necessity.

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.