Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

Mourn For Me Rather As Living Than As Dead.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.

This Is The Law: Blood Spilt Upon The Ground Cries Out For More.

Take Courage; Pain's Extremity Soon Ends.