Earth Sounds My Wisdom, And High Heaven

They Did Not Know Her-gods Are Hard For Mortals To Recognize.

Be Both A Speaker Of Words And A Doer Of Deeds.

Still, We Will Let All This Be A Thing Of The Past, Though It Hurts Us, And Beat Down By Constraint The Anger That Rises Inside Us. Now I Am Making An End Of My Anger. It Does Not Become Me, Unrelentingly To Rage On

A Councilor Ought Not To Sleep The Whole Night Through, A Man To Whom The Populace Is Entrusted, And Who Has Many Responsibilities.

The Bitter Dregs Of Fortune's Cup To Drain.