By Time and Age full many things are taught.
Words are healers of the sick tempered.
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.
Call no man happy till he is dead.
From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.
In war the first casualty is the truth.