Good fortune is a god among men, and more than a god.
Everyone's quick to blame the alien.
Delay not to seize the hour!
Oaths are not the credit of men but men of oaths.
A great ox stands on my tongue.
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.