Food Of Acheron. (grave.) [lat., Pabulum Acheruntis.]

What Is Yours Is Mine, And All Mine Is Yours.

It Is Our Human Lot, It Is Heaven's Will, That Sorrow Follow Joy.

There Are Games In Which It Is Better To Lose Than Win.

Worthy Things Happen To The Worthy.

You Have Eaten A Meal Dangerously Seasoned. [you Have Laid Up A Grief In Store For Yourself.]