The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.
When two souls compose a single song, The muse fans Livid wrath before long.
He who believes needs no explanation.
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
It is in adversity that the good show their friendship most clearly; prosperity always finds friends.
May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.