A God Implants In Mortal

Too Few Rejoice At A Friend's Good Fortune.

Of All The Gods, Death Only Craves Not Gifts: Nor Sacrifice, Nor Yet Drink-offering Poured Avails; No Altars Hath He, Nor Is Soothed By Hymns Of Praise. From Him Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

God's Mouth Knows Not How To Speak Falsehood, But He Brings To Pass Every Word.

Even The Old Should Learn.

It Is Always In Season For Old Men To Learn.