Wisdom Comes Alone Through Suffering.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

In Visions Of The Night, Like Dropping Rain, Descend The Many Memories Of Pain.

The Tongue Of Slander Is Too Prompt With Wanton Malice To Wound The Stranger.

There Is Advantage In The Wisdom Won From Pain.

There Is No Disgrace In An Enemy Suffering Ill At An Enemy's Hand, When You Hate Mutually.