It is not lawful or proper for you to know everything.
Be grateful. By slaying you now, I spare you an eternity of torment.
Death is a mercy, and I have enough mercy to go around.
How gracious are the gods in bestowing high positions; and how reluctant are they to insure them when given.
The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.
Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.