Death Is Easier Than A Wretched Life;

My Will Is Mine...i Shall Not Make It Soft For You.

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

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

Everyone's Quick To Blame The Alien.

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.