To Be Fortunate Is God, And More

A Great Ox Stands On My Tongue.

For Somehow This Is Tyranny's Disease, To Trust No Friends.

Jars Neither Of Wine Nor Of Water Shall Fail In The Houses Of The Rich.

I Say You Must Not Win An Unjust Case By Oaths.

Know Yourself And Fit Yourself To New Fashions. For There Is A New Ruler Among The Gods.