Overly persuasive a woman's ordinance spreads far, traveling fast; but fast dying a rumor voiced by a woman perishes.

For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

Ah, lives of men! When prosperous they glitter - Like a fair picture; when misfortune comes - A wet sponge at one blow has blurred the painting.

Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?

We shall perish by guile just as we slew.

Success! to thee, as to a God, men bend the knee.

For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them.