There Is A Time When Fear Is

His Resolve Is Not To Seem The Bravest, But To Be.

In Few Men Is It Part Of Nature To Respect A Friend's Prosperity Without Begrudging Him.

For This Our Task Hath Fate Spun Without Fail To Last For Ever Sure, That We On Man Weighed Down With Deeds Of Hate Should Follow Till The Earth His Life Immure. Nor When He Dies Can He Boast Of Being Truly Free.

But When The Dust Has Drunk The Blood Of Men, No Resurrection Comes For One Who's Dead.

A Prosperous Fool Is A Grievous Burden.