Know Not To Revere Human Things Too

But Let The Good Prevail.

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

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.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

Success! To Thee, As To A God, Men Bend The Knee.