I War Not With The Dead.

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

Not At All Similar Are The Race Of The Immortal Gods And The Race Of Men Who Walk Upon The Earth.

[but] Age, The Common Enemy Of Mankind, Has Laid His Hand Upon You; Would That It Had Fallen Upon Some Other, And That You Were Still Young.

Too Dear I Prized A Fair Enchanting Face: Beauty Unchaste Is Beauty In Disgrace.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.