Time cleanses what it touches over time.

But when once the earth has sucked up a dead man's blood, there is no way to raise him up.

God lends a helping hand to the man who tries hard.

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.

For it would be better to die once and for all than to suffer pain for all one's life.

For there is no defense for a man who, in the excess of his wealth, has kicked the great altar of Justice out of sight.

Making it a valid law to learn by suffering.