I, Schooled In Misery, Know Many Purifying

A Man Dies Not For The Many Wounds That Pierce His Breast, Unless It Be That Life's End Keep Pace With Death, Nor By Sitting On His Hearth At Home Doth He The More Escape His Appointed Doom.

Neither A Life Of Anarchy Nor A Life Under A Despot Should You Praise. To All That Lies In The Middle Has A God Given Excellence.

Pleasantest Of All Ties Is The Tie Of Host And Guest.

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

Unjustly Men Hate Death, Which Is The Greatest Defence Against Their Many Ills.