I pray the gods some respite from the weary task of this long year's watch that lying on the Atreidae's roof on bended arm, dog- like, I have kept, marking the conclave of all night's stars, those potentates blazing in the heavens that bring winter and summer to mortal men, the constellations, when they wane, when they rise.

It is always the season for the old to learn.

May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.

The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger.

To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.

And one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness; and he will never come to utter ruin.

Suffering brings experience.