The saying goes that the gods leave a town once it is captured.
The power that holds the sky's majesty wins our worship.
The wisest of the wise may err.
I pray for no more youth To perish before its prime; That Revenge and iron-heated War May fade with all that has gone before Into the night of time.
To be free from evil thoughts is God's best gift.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.