It Is In The Character Of Very

Oaths Are Not The Credit Of Men But Men Of Oaths.

O Death The Healer, Scorn Thou Not, I Pray, To Come To Me: Of Cureless Ills Thou Art The One Physician. Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

The Best By Far Is To Marry In One's Own Rank.

The Will Was Of Zeus, The Hand Of Hephaestus.

Destiny Waits Alike For The Free Man As Well As For Him Enslaved By Another's Might.