The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

There Is Nothing Worse For Mortals Than A Wandering Life.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.

Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though You Be, Here Shall You Die.

Never To Be Cast Away Are The Gifts Of The Gods, Magnificent, Which They Give Of Their Own Will, No Man Could Have Them For Wanting Them.