But When Once The Earth Has Sucked

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

I Say You Must Not Win An Unjust Case By Oaths.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

They Who Prosper Take On Airs Of Vanity.

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.