For A Deadly Blow Let Him Pay

Ares Gives His Verdict Without Witnesses.

The Future You Shall Know When It Has Come; Before Then, Forget It.

Truly Even He Errs That Is Wiser Than The Wise.

Sweet Is A Grief Well Ended.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.