The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak Falsehood, But He Brings To Pass Every Word.

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

Know Not To Revere Human Things Too Much.

[hermes Addresses Prometheus :] To You, The Clever And Crafty, Bitter Beyond All Bitterness, Who Has Sinned Against The Gods In Bestowing Honors Upon Creatures Of A Day--to You, Thief Of Fire, I Speak.

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.