Justice Inclines Her Scales So That Wisdom

Arrogance Is Truly The Child Of Impiety, But From Health Of Soul Comes Happiness, Dear To All, Much Prayed For.

The Seed Of Mortals Broods O'er Passing Things, And Hath Nought Surer Than The Smoke-cloud's Shadow.

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

It Is An Ill Thing To Be The First To Bring News Of Ill.

No Man Looks With Love On Deeds That To The High Gods Hateful Prove.