Obedience, You Know, Is Good Luck's Mother,

But Still The Block Of Vengeance Firm Doth Stand, And Fate, As Swordsmith, Hammers Blow On Blow.

I Say You Must Not Win An Unjust Case By Oaths.

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.

When A Man Takes The Road To Destruction, The Gods Help Him Along.

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.