The Air Is Zeus, Zeus Earth, And

For There Is No Defense For A Man Who, In The Excess Of His Wealth, Has Kicked The Great Altar Of Justice Out Of Sight.

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

For The Poison Of Hatred Seated Near The Heart Doubles The Burden For The One Who Suffers The Disease; He Is Burdened With His Own Sorrow, And Groans On Seeing Another's Happiness.

On Him Who Wields Power Gently, The God Looks Favorably From Afar.

Ares Gives His Verdict Without Witnesses.