For the lips of Zeus do not know how to lie, but bring to fulfilment every word.

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

But I must bear my destiny as best I can, knowing well that there is no resisting the strength of necessity.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn

The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.

The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.

Many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.