Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.

In the lack of judgment great harm arises, but one vote cast can set right a house.

The field of doom bears death as its harvest.

Time brings all things to pass.

By suffering comes wisdom.

It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.

Of all the gods, Death only craves not gifts: Nor sacrifice, nor yet drink-offering poured Avails; no altars hath he, nor is soothed By hymns of praise. From him alone of all The powers of heaven Persuasion holds aloof.