Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good

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

A God Implants In Mortal Guilt Whenever He Wants Utterly To Confound A House.

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

For Hades Is Mighty In Calling Men To Account Below The Earth, And With A Mind That Records In Tablets He Surveys All Things.

For The Marriage Bed Ordained By Fate For Men And Women Is Stronger Than An Oath And Guarded By Justice.