I Trust No Rich Man Who Is

Good Merchandise, Even Hidden, Soon Finds Buyers.

The Gods Confound The Man Who First Found Out How To Distinguish Hours! Confound Him, Too, Who In This Place Set Up A Sun-dial, To Cut And Hack My Days So Wretchedly Into Small Portions.

In Misfortune If You Cultivate A Cheerful Disposition You Will Reap The Advantage Of It.

He Whom The Gods Love Dies Young.

For Nobody Is Curious, Who Isn't Malevolent.