Cowards Do Not Count In Battle; They

It's Not Beauty But Fine Qualities, My Girl, That Keep A Husband.

The Fountains Of Sacred Rivers Flow Upwards (i.e., Everything Is Turned Topsy Turvy).

The Gods Have Sent Medicines For The Venom Of Serpents, But There Is No Medicine For A Bad Woman. She Is More Noxious Than The Viper, Or Than Fire Itself.

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.

Necessity Is Harsh. Fate Has No Reprieve.