The Adulterer Dies. An Old Custom, Justice.

[hermes Addresses Prometheus :] To You, The Clever And Crafty, Bitter Beyond All Bitterness, Who Has Sinned Against The Gods In Bestowing Honors Upon Creatures Of A Day--to You, Thief Of Fire, I Speak.

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

A Man Dies Not For The Many Wounds That Pierce His Breast, Unless It Be That Life's End Keep Pace With Death, Nor By Sitting On His Hearth At Home Doth He The More Escape His Appointed Doom.

If You Will Take Me As Your Teacher, You Will Not Kick Against The Pricks.

Let There Be Wealth Without Tears; Enough For The Wise Man Who Will Ask No Further.