Who holds a power but newly gained is ever stern of mood.

For a murderous blow let murderous blow atone.

The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.

Delay not to seize the hour!

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

Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.

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