It is God's giving if we laugh or weep.
Every man can see things far off but is blind to what is near.
No man loves life like him that's growing old.
Dreadful is the mysterious power of fate; there is no deliverance from it by wealth or by war, by walled city or dark, seabeaten ships.
From suffering that has been/ Decreed no man will ever find escape
An enemy's gift is ruinous and no gift.