Everyone, To Those Weaker Than Themselves, Is

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

For The Lips Of Zeus Do Not Know How To Lie, But Bring To Fulfilment Every Word.

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.