"Reverence for parents" stands written among the three laws of most revered righteousness.

I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

For a murderous blow let murderous blow atone.

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

It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.

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.

Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.