Everyone's Quick To Blame The Alien.

It Is An Ill Thing To Be The First To Bring News Of Ill.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

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!'.

The Evils Of Mortals Are Manifold; Nowhere Is Trouble Of The Same Wing Seen.

Better To Die On Your Feet Than Live On Your Knees.