For A Deadly Blow Let Him Pay

Death Is Easier Than A Wretched Life; And Better Never To Have Born Than To Live And Fare Badly.

We Spoil Ourselves With Scruples Long As Things Go Well.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

Whoever Is Just Willingly And Without Compulsion Will Not Lack Happiness; He Will Never Be Utterly Destroyed.

Nor Does Night Conceal Men's Deeds Of Ill, But Whatsoe'er Thou Dost, Think That Some God Beholds It.