No Trust Is To Be Placed In

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.

One Rogue Leads Another.

One Man Is A Splendid Fighter -- A God Has Made Him So -- One's A Dancer, Another Skilled At Lyre And Song, And Deep In The Next Man's Chest Farseeing Zeus Plants The Gift Of Judgment, Good Clear Sense. And Many Reap The Benefits Of That Treasure.

The Stars Never Lie, But The Astrologers Lie About The Stars.

There Is Not Any Advantage To Be Won From Grim Lamentation.