The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.

The reward of pain is experience.

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.

We shall perish by guile just as we slew.

If a man suffers ill, let it be without shame; for this is the only profit when we are dead. You will never say a good word about deeds that are evil and disgraceful.

There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.

And though all streams flow from a single course to cleanse the blood from polluted hand, they hasten on their course in vain.