None love the messenger who brings bad news.

Sleep, ignorant of pain, sleep, ignorant of grief, may you come to us blowing softly, kindly, kindly come king.

Kindness begets kindness evermore.

For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.

The gods plant reason in mankind, of all good gifts the highest.

A cunning fellow is man, inventive beyond all expectation, he reaches sometimes evil and sometimes good

Often have brief words laid men low and then raise them up.