Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful,

I Should Rather Labor As Another's Serf, In The Home Of A Man Without Fortune, One Whose Livelihood Was Meager, Than Rule Over All The Departed Dead.

There Is No Fouler Fiend Than A Woman When Her Mind Is Bent To Evil.

You Ought Not To Practice Childish Ways, Since You Are No Longer That Age.

Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven My Fame.

Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.