The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

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

Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?

As Long As There Are Men The Bulwark Is Safe.

What Good Is It To Live A Life That Brings Pains?