Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water

On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The God Looks Favorably From Afar.

It Is A Profitable Thing, If One Is Wise, To Seem Foolish.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.

Ask The Gods Nothing Excessive.

Base Men Who Prosper Are Unenviable.