It Was My Tongue That Swore; My

Among Mortals Second Thoughts Are Wisest.

Enjoy Yourself, Drink, Call The Life You Live Today Your Own; But Only That, The Rest Belongs To Chance.

When Two Souls Compose A Single Song, The Muse Fans Livid Wrath Before Long.

To The Fool, He Who Speaks Wisdom Will Sound Foolish.

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.