The sun will not shine on any country that has borders with ours.
The wooden wall alone should remain unconquered.
But I like not these great successes of yours; for I know how jealous are the gods.
Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds. [The Motto Of The U.S. Postal Service]
Egypt is the gift of the Nile.
It is the gods' custom to bring low all things of surpassing greatness.