All things are subject to decay and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

'Tis Fate that flings the dice, And as she flings Of kings makes peasants, And of peasants kings.

All human things are subject to decay, And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

All things must; man is the only creature that wills.

All things must come to the soul from its roots, from where it is planted.

All things are subject to interpretation whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.