I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death
On him who wields power gently, the god looks favorably from afar.
Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.
The saying goes that the gods leave a town once it is captured.
My will is mine...I shall not make it soft for you.
God always strives together with those who strive.