For the lips of Zeus do not know how to lie, but bring to fulfilment every word.
Good fortune is a god among men, and more than a god.
Sweet is a grief well ended.
Justice, voiceless, unseen, seeth thee when thou sleepest and when thou goest forth and when thou liest down. Continually doth she attend thee, now aslant thy course, now at a later time. These lines are from a section of doubtful or spurious fragments.
When a match has equal partners then I fear not.
Words are healers of the sick tempered.