And Here I Am Using My Own

Wide-sounding Zeus Takes Away Half A Man's Worth On The Day When Slavery Comes Upon Him.

Men In Their Generations Are Like The Leaves Of The Trees. The Wind Blows And One Year's Leaves Are Scattered On The Ground; But The Trees Burst Into Bud And Put On Fresh Ones When The Spring Comes Round.

Even Were Sleep Is Concerned, Too Much Is A Bad Thing.

And Empty Words Are Evil.

...he'll Never Lie - The Man Is Far Too Wise.