It Is Not Right To Exult Over

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.

A Sympathetic Friend Can Be Quite As Dear As A Brother.

All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

Think Not To Match Yourself Against The Gods, For Men That Walk The Earth Cannot Hold Their Own With The Immortals.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.