Words are healers of the sick tempered.
O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
The saying goes that the gods leave a town once it is captured.
"Reverence for parents" stands written among the three laws of most revered righteousness.
Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.
The anvil of justice is planted firm, and fate who makes the sword does the forging in advance.