Nought Is There In Wealth That Serves

It Is Not The Oath That Makes Us Believe The Man, But The Man The Oath.

Of All The Gods Only Death Does Not Desire Gifts.

Justice Shines In Very Smoky Homes, And Honors The Righteous; But The Gold-spangled Mansions Where The Hands Are Unclean She Leaves With Eyes Averted.

The Field Of Doom Bears Death As Its Harvest.

Success! To Thee, As To A God, Men Bend The Knee.