All Men Know Their Children Mean More

What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of One's Native Land.

For The Good, When Praised, Feel Something Of Disgust, If To Excess Commended.

No One Is Truly Free, They Are A Slave To Wealth, Fortune, The Law, Or Other People Restraining Them From Acting According To Their Will.

There Seems To Be Some Pleasure For Women In Sick Talk Of One Another.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.