As Leaves On The Trees, Such Is

A Guest Never Forgets The Host Who Has Treated Him Kindly.

Look Now How Mortals Are Blaming The Gods, For They Say That Evils Come From Us, But In Fact They Themselves Have Woes Beyond Their Share Because Of Their Own Follies.

For Fate Has Wove The Thread Of Life With Pain, And Twins Ev'n From The Birth Are Misery And Man!

Be Strong, Saith My Heart; I Am A Soldier; I Have Seen Worse Sights Than This.

Anger, Which, Far Sweeter Than Trickling Drops Of Honey, Rises In The Bosom Of A Man Like Smoke.