Who Love Too Much, Hate In The

All Men Have Need Of The Gods.

And Woe Succeeds Woe.

He Knew The Things That Were And The Things That Would Be And The Things That Had Been Before.

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.

The Gods Give To Mortals Not Everything At The Same Time.