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.

The misfortunes of mankind are of varied plumage.

Whenever a man makes haste, God too hastens with him.

And one who is just of his own free will shall not lack for happiness; and he will never come to utter ruin.

May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.

Words are healers of the sick tempered.

The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.