The power that holds the sky’s majesty wins our worship.
The adulterer dies. An old custom, justice.
In few men is it part of nature to respect a friend’s prosperity without begrudging him.
He hears but half who hears one party only.
Wrong must not win by technicalities.
Obstinacy standing alone is the weakest of all things in one whose mind is not possessed by wisdom.
The act of evil breeds others to follow, young sins in its own likeness.
Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.
This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.
For sufferers it is sweet to know before-hand clearly the pain that still remains for them.
By suffering comes wisdom.
The high strength of men knows no content with limitation.
Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.
To make wail and lament for one’s ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.
A people’s wrath voiced abroad bringeth grave Danger, no less than public curse pronounced.
To many mortals silence great gain brings.
Justice shines in very smoky homes, and honors the righteous; but the gold-spangled mansions where the hands are unclean she leaves with eyes averted.
But when the dust has drunk the blood of men, no resurrection comes for one who’s dead.
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night.
For in pure maidens, knowing not the marriage-bed, the glance of the eyes sinks from shame.