Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of

The Man Who Boldly Transgresses, Amassing A Great Heap Unjustly--by Force, In Time, He Will Strike His Sail, When Trouble Seizes Him As The Yardarm Is Splintered. He Calls On Those Who Hear Nothing And He Struggles In The Midst Of The Whirling Waters. The God Laughs At The Hot-headed Man, Seeing Him, Who Boasted That This Would Never Happen, Exhausted By Distress Without Remedy And Unable To Surmount The Cresting Wave. He Wrecks The Happiness Of His Earlier Life On The Reef Of Justice, And He Perishes Unwept, Unseen.

Fortune Is For All, Judgment Is Theirs Who Have Won It For Themselves.

Good Fortune Is A God Among Men, And More Than A God.

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

For Know That No One Is Free, Except Zeus.