He who makes his law a curse, By his own law shall surely die.

There's no need to hang about waiting for the Last Judgement-it takes place every day.

And if any mischief follow, then thou shalt give life for life, Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, Burning for burning, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

God gives each his due at the time allotted.

The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Justice divine Mends not her slowest pace for prayers or cries.

The laws of changeless justice bind Oppressor and oppressed; And, close as sin and suffering joined, We march to Fate abreast.

Jupiter is slow looking into his notebook, but he always looks.